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Whenever Heather's shift ended, I'd follow her to her next station. Every fourth time, I'd end up in front of where Mom was sitting. And let me tell you, it's not easy to be smooth when your mother is sitting five feet away. DO YOU WANT ME TO GET YOU SOMETHING FROM THE SNACK BAR, HONEY BUNCHES?

I just hope Heather knows that I would do ANYTHING for her. If she wants someone to put suntan lotion on her back or towel her off after she takes a dip in the pool, I'm the man for the job. I basically hung out with Heather until it was time to go. On my way home I was thinking that if the rest of my vacation goes like today, this WILL be the best summer ever, just like Mom predicted. In fact, the only thing that can ruin things now is that stupid muddy hand. I'm sure it'll show up at the exact wrong moment and spoil everything. Wednesday I've been hanging out with Heather every single day

for the past week. I realized my friends at school will never believe it when I tell them about me and Heather, so I asked Mom to take a picture of me standing next to the lifeguard chair. Mom didn't have her camera, so she had to use her cell phone. But she couldn't figure out how to take a picture with it, and I ended up standing there for a long time looking like a fool. PRESS... THE LITTLE... GREEN... BUTTON! I finally got Mom to press the right button to take a picture, but when she did, the camera was pointed the wrong way and she took a picture of herself. See, this is why I always say that technology is

wasted on grown-ups. I got Mom to point the camera at me, but right at that moment her phone rang and she answered it. HELLO? BARBARA? IS THAT REALLY YOU? Mom talked for about five minutes, and by the time she was done, Heather was on to her next shift. But that didn't stop Mom from taking the picture anyway.

Friday Relying on Mom for my ride to the pool is starting to become a problem. Mom doesn't want to go to the pool every day, and when she Does go, she only stays a few hours. I like to be at the pool from the time it opens until the time it closes so I can maximize my time with Heather. I wasn't about to ask Rodrick to drive me to the pool in his van because he always makes me sit in the back, and there are no seats. I realized I need my own transportation, and luckily I found a solution yesterday. One of our neighbors left a bike out by the curb, and I took it before anyone else could.

I rode the bike home and parked it in the garage. When Dad saw it, he said it was a "girl bike" and I should get rid of it. But I'll tell you at least two reasons a girl bike is better than a boy bike. Number one, girl bikes have big, cushiony seats, and that's really important when you're riding in your bathing suit. And number two, girl bikes have those baskets on the handlebars, which are good for carrying your video games and suntan lotion. Plus, my bike came with a bell, and that REALLY comes in handy. MOVE ALONG, PEOPLE!