it's 75 out and she's wearing a jacket

Eliza and I went to the pool today and I am such a whiner. It was absolutely freeezing. When we decided to go to the pool it was, of course, sunny and hot. Hot enough that we said out loud "It's hot. Let's go to the pool." We laid out for a few minutes, to Eliza's dismay, but my legs need some color so that people don't think I am the undead walking around when I wear skirts and such. After 10 min of that the sun decided to hide from us and the wind began to turn the pages of the book I was reading. I was reading and would appreciate it if this force would refrain from blowing until I was finished with a page. We waited for the sun before getting in, which was a dumb idea because when it did come back out it lasted for maybe 2 min. So, we got in anyway. We usually hold hands and jump in on the count of 3. We were standing on the ledge with our feet in that little bit of water- I jumped right back out and said in a very whiny voice "it's SOOOO cooold!!!" To which Eliza rolled her eyes and said to placate me "I'll count to 3 the way you liiiyke." I laughed so hard at that- we jumped in and played puppies, because that's what Eliza likes to do... and I pretended to give her treats for doing puppy tricks, which she does very well for a little girl pretending to be a puppy. I named her Olive and she was a mut. She wasn't happy that I told her she was a mut until I explained that muts are cute and that she is a mix between a poodle, a pug, a labrodore, and beagle (a puggle labeagle). Then we went home. I would say that we were at the pool for no longer than 30 min. Wimps. It's 75 degrees out and we had to make hot cooca and Eliza is now wearing a jacket.