The Pool.

Once it became painfully apparent nothing was going to be "business as usual." I started focusing my designs to the outside, where I was determined to create an outdoor oasis. I ordered a very coveted pool from the forbidden land, a hammock, these cool chairs that swing and a fountain. I was determined to turn our backyard into the country club of my dreams.

Slowly I began transforming our deck into something I was positive would be featured on HGTV. Then the day came, the pool arrived! Now I am not sure about where all you folks are located but up in these parts getting your hands on a pool was akin to scoring some Charmin. After careful placement we were ready to fill her up and enjoy our summer in the sun.

It took 2 days to fully fill her up, but she was glorious. We couldn't get fully submerged, but it was perfect for quick dip to cool off. We all immediately ran inside and got our bathing suits on, summer was going to be LIT. We waded around and just enjoyed the glory. The dog was curious too and kept jumping in and out much to our delight.

Later that afternoon my husband wanted to enjoy the pool. I had warned him to keep the dog on the deck as she had become precocious around the pool and it made me nervous. Yet, what do I know? My husband let the dog run around the yard when I heard some crucial language, and I knew. I immediately knew the dog had broken the pool. We had the pool for exactly 24 hours when our summer dreams were violently killed.

As like everything else in 2020, our summer was now fucked. Rip pool. I swear this dog...