Cameron's pool is finally out of commission! Obviously, that means swimming time! I do so love Southern California weather; our Mays are amazing.

Alrighty, confession time! I am not that great of a swimmer. I can float. I can swim across stuff. And that's about it. But I love to swim. Lots. I splash around in pools and at the beach for forever. I like water.

I just suck at swimming in it. D:

Cameron, however, is a jock. One of the [many] sports he's done over the years is swimming. Today he tried to teach me how to do a breast stroke and he showed me a butterfly stroke (which still confuses the hell out of me). I spent the rest of our pool time frog kicking across the pool and generally feeling like a novice, but it was fun nonetheless! My legs are now super tired but at least I got a work out! =]

Edit: I get to go swimming again tomorrow! How is it possible that it feels like Cameron's spoiling me, even though he's really just getting my lazy ass to work out?