I have to admit, Sunday afternoons are nice.  No one feels like they should be doing anything (even though my bathroom could probably use a good scrub down, but that's what Monday's are for) and it's all about kicking back and relaxing.  Maybe watching a little baseball and eating burgers and hot dogs.  Well, the Mariners game went into extra innings, so there's still a ball game on, but I'm just not interested in watching right now. 

Late this morning (which then became early afternoon) was spent soaking up a little sun.  I found my pool float, put some air in it and then lounged around in my bikini, attempting to tan.  Sadly, my European genes outweigh the African/Cuban genes so I don't tan worth a damn most of the time, but I can at least try.  It was nice, just laying back, soaking in the rays - until my younger siblings and my step-dad got into a waterfight around me.  Sure, they avoid mom but I'm fair game.  I was splashed, a LOT.  But I had already fully dunked myself so it wasn't really an issue, but when you're all hot, even water that's 87 degrees feels cold.

After spending a couple of hours in the pool, we all came inside and ate.  I took a shower to try and get all of the cholorine off of me since my sensetive skin screams bloody murder if I don't wash it off - not to mention that my hair becomes a giant frizz ball I couldn't hope to contain.  Thank goodness for leave in conditioner.  Once I was out of the shower I crashed on the couch, where I remained until about fifteen minutes ago, playing Animal Crossing on my Gamecube.  It was nice to be able to play, especially since my younger siblings have become extremely attached to the game and won't let me play even though it's my game and I paid for it. 

Yup, nice, easy going Sunday afternoon.  This is the life.