Sunday, May 12, 2002

I have reached a critical point with the pool in the backyard. I think the overall green color means that it could possibly support life. So my dilemma is do I turn this thing into a really expensive coy pond or do I get off my ass and learn pool maintenance. The easy answer would be to hire a pool service and get the job done right. I would love this option if it weren’t for the three hundred pounds of dog that roam the backyard. So I will be making a trip to the swim shop to teach myself the art of the pool. Speaking of my eight legged roommates, they have managed to cover seventy percent of the back yard with feces. I’m still not sure that the neighbors aren’t slipping over the wall at night and crapping in the open spots. The single life is old and I have had about enough. Luckily calling mom to wish her a happy was extremely uplifting. I sometimes think that there is a mentally retarded brother that Sammy and I know nothing about. This can be the only explanation for asking some of the questions she poses. Happy Mother’s Day 8:09:47 PM    says you