Its not easy...

Being green.

I am now the proud owner of a hottub/spa/bubblemachine.

I got the top of the line bubbler. Sixty jets. When the steam starts to rise - its like I am entering a boiling pot of water. I could boil an egg, poach some chicken all in my attempt to relax.

Problem is - I don't like to be hot. I don't like to be cold. I like it to be just right.

The other problem, the bubbles. There is a button that starts the blower. The blower comes from below. Its supposed to help your legs.

It make me sea-sick.

J and HB like the bubbles. I try to steady myself and breathe. When the green monster starts to rear it's ugly head. I either beg to shut it off - or have to remove myself from my little pot of water.

Its necessary. Its imperative that I get out now!

Puke floats.