I’m officially pissed. I fell and hurt my ankle a couple of weeks ago, and now, even though it feels fine to walk on it, it hurts like a sumbitch when I try to swim. And the water temp is up to 84! EIGHTY-FOUR! It’s 90 degrees out and I wanna go swimmin! Yeah, I’m spoiled if that’s all I can come up with to bitch about.

Okay, I’m thankful that we HAVE a pool, and that I have a cabana boy to go with it, and that we have two little girls who can swim like fishies, and that it’s not cold out, and that the flowers are blooming, and that we don’t have bombs going off over our heads, and that we have food to eat and clothes to wear and a house and all. But I still wanna go swimmin!