Duct Tape and Fatness

The poor plunge took a hit today.  The first rip.  Of course, just like every time something breaks Beau is not home.  Luckily, it was toward the middle of the "handrail" so at least the water didn't go pouring out.  I finally reach him on the phone after calling and calling with no answer.  I find that a text that reads, "Jackass, answer your phone" always yields immediate results.  He brings to the rescue a roll of black gorilla tape and a bottle of contact cement not knowing which would be the better remedy as the outer covering on the plunge is nylon not rubber.  As soon as I saw that black duct tape I felt like my head was going to blow off! Could you get anymore ghetto-redneck?  New plan.  He cut a piece of the yellow fabric from the tubing that goes from the plunge to the blower.  The patch matched perfectly and was airtight again.  The problem.  The piece of the tubing he cut off was fitted with a drawstring securing it to the blower.  Simply tying a piece of string around the thing wasn't strong enough to hold the air flowing out.  Yep, didn't really think that one through.  The solution.  You guessed it!  The black duct tape.  He wrapped the tape around it so many times you would swear he watched a how-to video on Dexter.com!  I am guessing he really wanted to use that tape.  So we get a pop-up thunderstorm and I run as fast as my legs will carry me to unplug that sucker and get it under cover and realize there is no unwrapping that tape job.  I buried it under the tarp and prayed that we didn't get the three inches of standing rain that we had last week.

We cooked out again today with our neighbor friends.  I just love the summer.  The cook-outs and the socializing.  I find the company and laughter keeps me from sinking down into a depression.  What I don't love is that while I am scarfing down some fatty potato salad and chocolate cake I realize that my ass is steadily growing up my back.  It is so hard to diet when food is an integral part of the entertainment.  I have decided that I am going to, once again, try to get back on my weight loss thing.  I can't continue to sit on the patio without people confusing the shelf on my ass for a piece of lawn furniture.  No Dude!  You can't just sit your Corona there!  No, not even for a minute.  Geeez!