A Fat Gay

All the complaining I did about Carolyn raising the ante on my childhood card game and I won $50 bucks on Saturday. The party went well, people had fun, ate food and used the hot tub. This makes me happy. However, 30 feet bumping against mine in the hot tub does not thrill me. I have learned that people do not respect personal space. Once they enter into the hot tub they become morons. I am not trying to be mean, but Jesus Christ on a crutch! Sit in your seat and keep your feet in front of you. This is not an Olympic style pool where you can backstroke across the damn thing. I just want to sit and relax. And I just know somebody peed in there. I am gonna get that purple dye that follows their asses when they piddle in my pool or my hot tub. LMAO. Not really, but I will threaten it. Maybe that will make people hold onto their bladders. This is just a ramble. It was not meant to start out that way, but sometimes you gotta just bitch. Ya know?

Back to the puppy for a minute. I have decided to get insurance for her. I know it wont cover pre-exisiting conditions, but with her, it’s a damn good thing to do. This dog will come up with some rare unheard of disease that will cost a catrillion dollars. So, better safe than sorry. I will keep you all posted on the pup, Roxy.

-Djfunkyslick