Friday, July 11, 2008

*sigh*

It's hot. And sticky. And work is slow because of it. I don't even lay out, and I wish desperately that we had a pool. I rock the pale, but I would swim every night. Moon tan! I bet Lucy Fur would like to hop in, too. I could practice my solo synchronized swimming (is that still an Olympic sport?). My imaginary pool is quite easy to clean, you see. I don't have to worry about fur in the drain or bloated frog corpses or the vacuum or any of the crap that comes with a real pool. I just get to pretend to swim. Yay!