It's been hot and since I don't have a car I have to walk everywhere, which is normally not a bad thing, except it's the WORST THING EVER when it's 80 degrees out. For those of you who think 80 degrees is not hot - you are dead to me. DEAD. Your corpses are rotting in the blistering 80 degree heat.
I didn't get out of the house at all today, due to the aforementioned Hades-like temperature, so I'm feeling a bit crabby. And by "a bit" I mostly mean that I would happily bite your head off, and not in a figurative way. CRUNCH.
I'm certain that s'mores would solve all my problems, but I don't have a fireplace.
I also managed to screw up the same page in BOTH copies of the job application Chrissy so kindly printed out for me.
The universe is conspiring to drive me insane through tiny, insignificant irritations. Slow torture. Universe, I swear, if you tap me on the shoulder one more time I am going to break your hand off.
3 comments:
I feel your pain, pretty much literally. It is officially too hot for anything beyond lying around in gauzy sun dresses drinking sweet tea
I think it's funny that in the post complaining about how hot it is, you also express your wish for a fireplace. Indecisive much?
Sabayon - ugh. Hot AGAIN. It's like we live in someplace crappy, like CA.
Charlotte - After dark it cools down enough for a fire. Last night it dropped 20 degrees once the sun set. YES PLEASE.
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