To play you have to sign up at the YMCA and today we all trekked up there to get the boys signed up and to pay the initiation fees.
When we got to the Y the guy behind the counter asks the boys what their names are and guess what comes up when he runs their names in the computer? That their cuntofamother owes the YMCA a bit of money and the boys can't play football until her debt is squared away because they were members on her account. BB almost died from embarrassment as the guy explained why they couldn't join. Sweety asked if we could buy a monthly membership to the Y so the boys could join under our membership and play. Someone from the YMCA is supposed to call Sweety next week and let him know.
To put it mildy, the mood was quite a bit more somber leaving the place than it was going to it.
Tiny dog got some snazzy cowboy boots today but she refuses to wear them. Ungrateful bitch.