Riiiiiiiight.
June 26th, 2007dooce: And the smell of chlorine fills the air
The closing paragraph is wrong on many counts. I’m the pussy who got into the pool to fix it because the whiny southerners are too busy comparing how put out they are to be breathing oxygen. Somebody’s gotta step in or else we’ll either be getting random Sanford and Son comments from the neighbors or the exploding pool will land us on one of the funniest home videos shows where we’ll get honorable mention. o
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June 26th, 2007 at 2:21 pm
But like Heather said… she actually has the pussy so what she says matters more. Or at least it should to you.
June 26th, 2007 at 2:22 pm
Hate to say it, but you kind of got PWNED there in the last ‘graph there.
She set you up and knocked you down, my friend.
June 26th, 2007 at 2:24 pm
Ouch.
That had to hurt.
June 26th, 2007 at 2:28 pm
This pussy fixes things. Maybe that will stop for awhile…
June 26th, 2007 at 2:37 pm
Damn. I mean Damn. And I thought having strangers ask if you’ve groped your wife today required balls of steel.
June 26th, 2007 at 2:49 pm
Use the leverage where you can, my friend.
June 26th, 2007 at 2:58 pm
Helmets on - its war! I think some Croc retaliation is in order, though I did laugh so hard coffee is now dripping from my monitor.
June 26th, 2007 at 3:23 pm
If you two keep blog bickering, you’re gonna have to have a dance-off
June 26th, 2007 at 4:51 pm
i knew there was shrinkage with cold water by dayum… a pussy?
*rowwwwrrrr* blog catfight! pussyfight!!
it’s on!!
: )
June 26th, 2007 at 5:45 pm
I just read Heather’s post, about the pool, and then the last sentence, and flipped straight over here because I KNEW that wouldn’t be left w/o comment.
Too bad you can’t move to Austin, Jon. It’s warm and inviting. The music is awesome. The AC works (for Heather) - get a house with a window unit so she can sit in front of it! Leta can run around naked all day for all Austin cares, and you’ll be nice and toasty. AND, Austin is the liberal part of the state. You’ll be surrounded by all the other people who can’t f-ing believe GWB got elected, and you’re already used to having a vote that unfortunately gets canceled out by one of the majority of Republicans in your state.
June 26th, 2007 at 6:24 pm
Ouch! Masculinity being questioned. In the past, males I know have not responded well to that! How is the atmosphere at Blurbodoocery…Chuck playing referee?
June 26th, 2007 at 6:58 pm
I think all your fellow Croc-ers need to have a pool party and float those babies in the pool. Lots and lots of Crocs bobbing away in the brand new pool.
The pool will be properly contaminated with Croc Shock.
I want to know where you can get Crock socks embroidered with the Presidential Seal.
June 26th, 2007 at 9:48 pm
Ok, I’m glad I wasn’t eating or drinking anything when I read about the nuts taking refuge in the lungs because it would have been promptly sprayed out my nose all over my monitor.
We’re fortunate in that the hubby and I are both sweathogs, so we’re actually united in our stance of keeping the house at a freezing temperature.
You’ve got to post a pic of this pool once the dust has settled.
June 26th, 2007 at 9:55 pm
Be careful if you stop fixing things, I know several friends who would use that as a justifiable excuse to shut off access to the nookie.
June 26th, 2007 at 10:30 pm
Ok, there has been mention of “not getting along” for a few posts now by Ms. Heather…you guys ok? Sounds like living/working everyday together is getting a bit stressful, lol.
Just explain to Heather that the initial shock of the cold water dissipates once your body acclimates to the temperature…but she actually has to GET INTO the water. My hubby goes through major shrinkage every time he sits in the pool with our girls. Note I said “my hubby”, cuz like Heather I ain’t about to sit my ass in some cold ass kiddie pool in the hot sun with bugs and crap just to cool off or spend quality time with the youngins. I don’t do Chuck E. Cheese, our local kid’s science museum, miniature golf or kiddie pools in the back yard. Those are all for daddies! Actually, add to that playing Hungry Hippo and Candyland and watching Little Rascals and My Three Stooges. Basically, I’m the “unfun” parent. So, good daddy for braving the frigid water and fixing the leaks! Leta will think you’re the king for it, really…if you don’t believe me check out these photos (scroll down the post, they’re at the bottom). He was freezing his ass off in these…literally. But for daddy’s little girl, well…isn’t it obvious, she was impressed. Total parental points for him as I sat in the lawn chair taking photos, lol!
http://faydean.typepad.com/my_weblog/2007/06/for_a_father.html
June 27th, 2007 at 6:26 am
The shrinkage — it could be worse
June 27th, 2007 at 6:28 am
Here is it again with the correct URL:
The shrinkage — it could be worse
June 27th, 2007 at 8:17 am
Heather, being a southerner, truly won’t be satisified in this odessey until you spring for the see-ment Pond. Or is it CE-MENT pond? Ask your wife, she’s the hill-billy.
June 27th, 2007 at 5:21 pm
Mike made me laugh - and I’m responding more to HIM than to this post (although I’m riveted).
The thing with Southerners is - We have a lot of the same words the rest of the country does, we just emphasize the first syllable MUCH more. What do you call it? It’s a T.V.?
In the South it’s a TEEvee.
In the midwest it might be cement. Here? SEEment. Where you live? A window is that thing you look out at the view, through…
Here? It’s a WINduh. (Sorry for my pitiful phonetics. I hope you get the gist.)
It’s almost like - in the South we’re REAL excited about whta we’re about to say, but don’t want to shout. (Hence the EMPHAsis.)