So I’m darting up and down and all around in my pool like the friendly magic dolphin-of-Peace that I am and forget that the unscheduled pool guy came over a couple days ago and while doing his thing, put the floating chlorine dispenser I had specifically set OUT so it wouldn’t get in my way (and cuz it really only needs to be putting chlorine in the water at its current levels a couple days out of the week, max unless/until the next time I have sluts over whose stankness I wanna cleanse from my swim-hole), BACK into the water.
This is obvs not at the forefront of my care free mind as I’m pushing off the sides and bottom of the pool, totally in my own little world in an act of play-exorcise (placercize) and I shoot down to the very bottom of the deep end – flip to face skyward totally majestically, Rocketeer style – blast off to the surface world at breakneck speed and BAM – clock my face into the edge of the stupid floating mine that I didn’t put there.
There was so much blood in the water that I legit got concerned about sharks for a second. It was also cascading down my face for a solid 5 minutes till I got it under control enough to take a pic…
I know this will shock and alarm most of you reading this, but please: spare me your tears, as I will recover, carry on and one day…return to the water.
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