Who was in the hot tub?

Well, not me, that's for damn sure. So, who was? I don't know.

The other night G went out with some friends and I went over to my Mom's for a visit. When I got home all of the icicles were broken off of the cover, the jets were on high, the lights were on and the bubbles were on. I didn't see any footprints, but the back of the hot tub is adjacement to grass, so that doesn't mean much. The jets only stay on high for 15 minutes. I literally just missed someone who wasn't me or G using my hot tub.

I need to move. I am so tired of my neighborhood and this little incident is just the icing on the cake.