Well it finally happened. The pool here at Crackhead Court opened. Granted it's almost August, but I suppose that's just how long it took to scrape up the funds to pay off the health department to overlook whatever codes they've been violating since last year that warranted the closing of the pool in the first place. Nevertheless, I was delighted Saturday morning when out walking my mutt to see a sign saying the pool was open and in bliss to discover that apparently the future crackheads of the court had not yet pried themselves away from their Lucky Charms and Saturday morning cartoons to invade my watery oasis. I sprinted home, threw on my suit and poured myself a jug o' wine because everyone knows that under section 9B of the Sin City guide to health and living, cocktail hour begins promptly at 9:08 AM on the weekends during the summer months. It's FACT.
Save the occasional chatty Cathy passer-by, I had nothing but peace and quiet with only the lull of wailing sirens and whir of the I-95 to serve as background noise to my day dreaming. Unfortunately I seem to have enjoyed my pool and cocktail time a little too much because I now resemble a cherry tomato, just as plump and round and about the same color. Luckily I was wearing large sunglasses so the area around my eyes is still cracker white, if that wasn't the case I might have looked ridiculous.
If I were Kim hot......
