Last night, it was hot so I slept on the couch with the porch door open, as one does.
At exactly 4:31 a.m. I was woken by the amorous cries of some freewheeling couple trying to make a baby in the pool.
Now I love children, I even work with one, but I draw the line when you interrupt my sleep in such a jarring way.
Now couple, as I'm sure you're aware, the pool area echoes as much as the grand canyon. Maybe that's part of the thrill for you. Trust me, it's not thrilling on my end.
Negotiating the sliding glass door shut to save us both a mortifying scene also deserves your respect.
Just a thought, a children's pool might not be the best place to conceive one of your own.