The hot tub is broken.

Last night is blurry at best, but I do recall hours of mayhem spent in & around the hot tub.

And this morning, its dead. Won't turn on. Breaker keeps tripping.

Its draining now & the hot tub repair bitch (that's me) is assesing the situation. I wonder where the internal fuses are for the pump?

Off to find out.

Saturday afternoons are the best. I like to clean my house, sit in my wannabesunroom & drink wine. Or "Smiling Paddy's"....white rum & Bailey's over ice.

Good times are sometimes spent alone. Kids & husband are outside which means I can listen to whatever I want as loud as I want & no one whines.

I love Saturday afternoon.

I especially love Saturday afternoons that lead to crazy Saturday nights.

WTF? I hate fall. I hate dead leaves, I hate the fact its dark at 5pm.
Girls Night In is canceled due to H1N1 circulating through the hosts house.
I now have an abundance of jello shooters to take care of by myself. This could be an interesting evening.
Maybe if its decent out tomorrow I'll clean up my sled. Or at least start it, sit on it & pretend there's snow. In full gear of course. LoL.
The End.