Overweight, middle-aged and slightly trashy

Why does the week-end always get away so quickly?
My redneck pool has died, and that makes me very sad. I spent most of the day Saturday trying to get it up and running again with the help of SB and Michael, but it persisted in being completely warped and useless. I think Michael may have figured out what's wrong - there's water in the inflatable ring that's weighing down the sides so they can't support the water level. But I'm not sure how to go about fixing that, and I'm just ready to give up.

I saw the Carole King concert at the Orpheum last night with my Dad. My mom was supposed to go but had to go out of town so I reluctantly agreed to go with him. To my surprise I really enjoyed the show. Carole is 63 years old now - a spunky 63. I think my favorite is "It's Too Late." For the first half of the show I was lucky enought to have to sit next to the most annoying creature on the face of the earth. She was an overweight, middle-aged, slightly trashy looking woman and she was apparently Carole's biggest fan. She had to clap as loudly as possible during every song as well as gyrate in her chair, moving from side to side like a pre-teen at an 80's school dance. I think she almost hit me in the face several times. She took off her shoes and crossed her legs so that her bare foot was in my personal space. What the fuck? Who does that? She was wearing some nasty-ass, drugstore type perfume, Baby Soft perhaps? The perfume intermingled with stale cigarette smoke hanging on her clothes, hair and breath. I wanted to punch her in the face. Thankfully after the intermission her husband or boyfriend sat next to me instead, and if I concentrated I didn't have to see her incessant gyrations and bare foot bobbing up and down. Eeek!