I Want a Pool!

In my fantasies, I have a glorious pool with a waterfall.  Throw in some mojito-flavored boobie milk and a Gay Pool Boy (preferably one who wears a sassy mule), and I'd say life is just about perfect.

When Mommy Chick and Daddy Dude found out I was stowing away in her tummy, they started talking about finding a new house.  We live in a super cute Old Florida bungalow deal.  It actually belonged to my great-grandparents.  MC thinks sometimes they come visit me from the other side.  She thinks that because weird things happen, like my swing turns itself on and I like to talk to air.  All sorts of freaky stuff like that has always happened to MC, and maybe one day I'll let her do a guest post to tell you all about it.

Anyway, that's my really long-winded way of telling you that we have not found a new house and I'd say we will probably be in our bungalow for another year or so.  Our pool-less bungalow, that is.

So MC and I are entertaining the idea of a little baby pool for me.  The problem is that my Big Brown Dog will probably dive in and pop it.  And by "probably," I really mean "definitely."

I was reading Allyson and Dave yesterday and she mentioned this fabulous whale pool from Pottery Barn Kids.  It even has a blow hole!  You can have your very own whale for $59.

I am resisting telling you that it looks like a whale of a good time.  That would be cheesy and I frown upon cheese.  It makes me toot.