PLASTIC FANTASTIC.

A hot day. A hose. A length of plastic. The recipe to perfect boy fun that goes on for hours. I have such fond memories of something similar when I was growing up. It didn't happen enough, as far as I remember!

And how I love that man for setting it up and giving the boys some fun before dashing to the airport*.

*How gorgeous is that man of mine? And those curls? He looks exactly the same as when we first started dating. How can that be almost 15 years ago?

Do you have memories of sliding on plastic under running water?