I just have a brief update about the swim class.
Friday, Mr. Banana Hammock gave a repeat performance of "watch me get out of the pool and walk to the men's locker room." Which is when I QUITE ACCIDENTALLY discovered that not only is his Speedo flesh-toned, but the back is entirely see-through.
Yes. I was "cross-country skiing" toward the back of the pool when ole' saggy bottom decided to emerge from the pool and I could not stop in time, could not turn away, could not do anything but continue skiing toward his may-as-well-be-nekkid buttocks.
I should also add that I overheard this comment from one of the older lady swimmers today: "I think it's time we take Mom to the casino again."