One of the perks of moving to Foley was trading a $1200 house payment for a $600 house payment. Now we can actually afford to do things.
Like fix our hot tub. It's been buried in the basement for years, ever since the pump went out. The Man says it makes his back feel better, but we couldn't afford to fix it. Now we can. And did. We've been in it a couple of times now. You'd think he would feel better, but no. He says it feels like somebody ran him over. The jacuzzi totally kicked his ass. I think it's because he spends an hour or longer in the tub. I'm happy staying in for about 20 minutes, then I'm ready to get out, but I stay in so I don't look antisocial. I'd probably be happy staying in longer if it was hotter. It won't go past 104 degrees. That's just barely warn enough. 112 or 115 would be more like it.
The only problem is I can't handle heat as well as I used to. If I'm outside in the heat, or soaking in a hot tub, I get covered in heat rash polka-dots. They don't hurt. Kind of itch a little, but that's it. After a little while they just fade away. But I don't have to worry about heat rash if the hot tub won't go past 104.
Stupid hot tub.
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