It has been a rough week at the Y. Two of our lifeguards resigned, Tuesday we had poo in the lap pool, what was thought to be poo in the lap pool on Wednesday turned out just to be a wad of paper towel (and how did that get in there?), and today (boss) Barbara's grandfather died so she left shortly after arriving. That left (boss) Lori to deal with everything.
Fast forward to Tiffany and I were talking to a couple of our mom's this morning and we were laughing about our names: "Tuff Tiffany" and "Mean Margo" and Lori came over and we got her - "here comes Loving Lori" and she started to cry - tears of joy.
All in a day's work.
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