They really need to hand out a jar of lube at the gas pump to make the ass fucking you get easier to take!

I just paid $2.43 a gallon for gas. Can we all say WHAT THE FUCK?! Needless to say, the short bus is costing me a small fortune in gas.
I am now coming to terms with the fact that Aunt Selma has to move. Her rent will be going up to $2,600 a month by July. Her neighbors said she can come over any time to park and use the beach. A lot of her neighbors just use thier places on the weekends. Must be nice to have that kind of money. The beach that will be her new place is stil a private beach, so I'll have a good chance of getting goat puppy out there with us. Only problem is now I will have to carry 2 chairs, 2 boogie boards, umbrella, snacks, dog on leash and autistic child in tow. I can probably, hopefully get pudd'n to carry the snacks & towels. Turns out we have to go down some stairs and use the under ground pass, so a wagon is out of the question.
Tonight Steve and I took Goat to the beach for a walk. I sat on Aunt Selma's deck and watched the sunset when we were done. I have come to the realization that some how, some way I want my own beach house to live in. I've always been more of a "forrest" type gal. I love all the pine trees and shit like that. But I've come to appriciate the beach more since having pudd'n. He lives for the water. The water is very soothing too. Nice glass of wine, sitting out on a deck, watching your son & dog play in the water below. Or having a bunch of friends over cooking fish & steaks on the grill. Yeah, that sounds good. I'm in the mood for a party. I think I'll have one April 30th. Night before Beltane. I'd have one ON Beltane, but I have to work. Pot luck Beltane Eve party.........yeah, that's the ticket!