Holiday Writings...BEGIN!!!

Happy Labor Day weekend!! Cookouts. Burgers. Pools. The “last” days of summer.

So here are Chandler and Sadie again (remember I wrote about them on Valentine’s Day this year? Well if you don’t go find it and read about them then and come back for now). I have decided to write them when holiday’s are coming up and if I need a light break once in awhile.

They’ll be like Stephon from SNL but not as funny (because really, who can beat Bill Hader’s Weekend Update character?)

Happy Reading and Holiday!!!

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All Chandler got as a warning was “CANNONBALL!” before being soaked by a wave of water. Stupid Bobby…

Bobby, the bane of Chandler and Sadie’s home life. Whenever Chandler and Sadie came back to their parent’s homes (which were next door to one another) Bobby would somehow get word and rush back from university as well. And ruin their much needed time of relaxation.

“Like, what is your problem?” Sadie squealed, waving her oversized lime green sunglasses in her hand like a saber and wiping the water droplets off her deep purple top. “I swear you were raised by wolves—no way your mother would have let you live long enough if she actually raised your sorry as—“

“Sadie!” I start, looking over at my family by the grill. My brother and his wife came over for today as well, bringing their three year old that had picked up the habit of mimicking everything Sadie and I said.

“Fine, whatever…” Sadie mumbled; stretching out again on her towel and placing the eyewear back on her tanned face.

“Auntie Candler,” Jay called, his small arms encased in bright orange swimmer’s wings splashed the surface of the pool. “Come pway wif me.”

Looking over at Sadie I tried to get her attention, to get her to come in the pool with me. But before I could water splashed back up on the two of us. “Come on you over sunned leather hides. Get your bikini butts in here.”

“Watch out you moron—the baby!” I said, choosing to ignore his flippant words. I walked over to where Jay was bobbing up and down and reached in to lift him up, my one-piece soaking in the water that fell off of my nephew.

Jay began to cry a little, “Auntie Candler…I want to go swimwng. Go splash splash splash.”

Sadie had gotten up now and was standing beside me. “We’ll play later Jay-Bird. Let’s go see what Grandma’s doing.”

Jay perked up when he heard “Grandma” and started to reach around Chandler towards where he thought she would be. “I guess the majority have spoken.” Chandler said as she and Sadie walked off towards the back deck.

“Hey,” Bobby called out, “Wait for me…”

“Na-uh.” Sadie called back over her shoulder, “You’re still wet and Aunt Rose will have a fit if you walk into her house.”

Bobby caught up to Chandler ad Sadie, wrapping a towel around his pasty waist. “You two are wet…and he’s soaked.”

Jay piped up for Chandler and Sadie, silencing Bobby from complaining further. “Grammy wuvs me!” He stated and buried his wet hair under Chandler’s chin.

“Looks like Jay-Bird has spoken,” Sadie said, lifting her sunglasses again so Bobby could see the smugness that hid underneath the oversized lenses.