The (Deep) South Carolina

I decided to Start the Revolution. That kind of thing tends to happen when you have a little bit of liquid courage in you. I had to scrape together some random combination of booze (James doesn't stock his cabinet like I do) but I managed. Where there's a will, there's a way.

Baya is an interesting breed of dog. She's a runnamucker or a weisenheimer or a weinheimer or something made up like that. I don't know what it stands for, but I do know that it is for some kind of crazy. I mean it, this dog is nuttier than a pecan log. All you have to do is look at her (and those beady little eyes too) and realize that you are dealing with something not from this world. This is something else altogether.

Last night I was playing Mario Kart Wii when we got home from the bar and I was being a little too loud. Melissa was trying to sleep, so I said I'd keep the wahoos, yahoos and here we gos to a minimum. Today I was home alone, so I could be as damn loud as I pleased.

As you could hopefully see in the one of the pictures above, this is like one of those infinity pool that don't seem to end. It looks like it goes right out into Lake Murray. But it doesn't. It ends in this basin below that I was swimming in. I don't think I was supposed to be in there.

I don't know how I occupied my entire day but all of the sudden James and Melissa came home from work, so we took Baya to the dog park. Apparently they take her there every day but I doubt that she always chews on opposing dog's necks like some kind of dog vampire.

Obviously this is an outdoor pool and I can promise you that it wasn't heated. Combine that with temperatures in the low 60's in mid-November and you have a recipe for disaster. Or the flu. Luckily I stocked my body full of alcohol, which is supposed to kill germs right? Normal people wouldn't go out and pull some kind of stunt like this, but anyone can tell you I'm far from normal. How can you not swim when you there's a pool?

Baya might be some kind of killer bloodsucking dog, but I'd like to see her try and take down this behemoth. This dog was so big I was tempted to strap a saddle on it and ride it around the dog park. While that would be crazy fun, I don't think his owner would allow that.

But no one was around to tell me the rules of this swimming pool because there was No Lifeguard on Duty (heh heh - duty). Swimming at your own risk could mean swimming in the water collection basin at the end of the pool. So I did that. I play by my own rules. Always.