I found the swimming pool for Buffista Island: [link]
WHY does that pool have a 115 foot deep end!?!? The stat is even on their website. I'm thinking its a boo boo translation from meters. Because the deepest pool in the world is 108 ft and exists for various scientific and cinematic deepest pool purposes [link]
WHY does that pool have a 115 foot deep end!?!?
I think it's 115 feet long or wide. That picture doesn't look the right shade of blue to have a chunk of pool that deep.
Mom is doing well and is back in the nursing home. I saw her this evening for a bit. I think she's still a week or two away from coming home, but she's doing well.
I'm glad to hear the good news about your Mom, ND.
We have a giant puppy in our lobby, the standee for
Marley & Me.
It is killing me dead with the cute every time I walk by. The first thing I noticed was his giant sad puppy eyes. Then I saw that he has a rounded pink tummy. Just now I noticed the darling little spaces between his giant puppy toes. He's bigger than I am with a huge red bow. You can almost hear him whimper. I don't know if I can make it to Christmas without melting.
and he has droopy floppy puppy ears!
I'm guessing you didn't snap any pictures Laga?
Yay for the good news on your mom, ND!
I'm at Mom's and remembering why I moved out. People are trying to talk to me before I've had my tea.
The real test will be once I'm back to work.
Ah, yes! I know that one! I go through it every time my schedule changes. Most recently it's, "Hmmmm...I wonder which of my favorite things will be chewed up when I get home today?" Toto is very willy-nilly about these things. One day it's a purse, another day it's a shoe, and yet another day it's my reusable grocery bag. Ah, the joys of change in the life of a pet!
ND, I'm glad she has transitioned well. Hang in there!
sj! I get to see you soon! Which means I should probably go back to finishing your present :). And tell people to stop talking to you! Let the woman have some tea in peace!
I can't wait to see you, vw!
My stepdad is driving me crazy. A few of the men are going to be hanging out with him while we're at the shower, and somehow it has become a huge production. He needs to know exactly what kind of pizza to order and exactly when to order it. Seriously? He can't just figure it out on his own? I really don't want to have to worry about what is going on here and what is happening at the shower.
Sorry, I can't seem to take off my cranky pants today.