on the first day of summer, my true love called me . . .
Anne is spending the day with her friend and her friend's daughter, out at some health club that's allegedly got a really nice set of swimming pools. She just called me and said, "I know you're writing, but I just had to tell you — I'm sitting here between a little kid pool, and the regular pool, and there are these two little girls in the little kid pool. One of them just said to the other, 'Well, I don't want to pee in this pool. Let's go into the big people pool.' And they did."
"So I guess you're not swimming today?" I said.
"Probably not." She said.
"Unless you go in the little kid ool," I said. "I hear that there's no 'P' in it."
"You did not just say that," She said.
"Hey, they don't swim in your toilet . . ."
"I'm hanging up now," she said. I could hear a smile in her voice. "I love you."
"I love you too."