Wow, just what the heck is going on with the weather? I live in this wonderful green valley, because I enjoy the seasons here. Not too hot, not too cold; is that too much to ask? Apparently it is too much to ask. As I sit here at my computer with the fan on me, I pray that my son doesn't come home with a bunch of buddies while my t-shirt is pulled up around my neck.
I used to be thin. I don't like cooking in this weather with this extra 30 (eh hem...uh 40) lbs blobbed over my skeleton. My thighs stick together when I walk, (not cool man, really). And I think I should wear some maxi-thins under my boobs so I don't get those gross, wet, half moon ring thingies under my tatas.
Today, I cooked the usual rice concoction to mix in my dog's kibble.....outside on the driveway. I didn't want to heat up the house any more than it already is, so I put the water, rice and veggies in a pot, threw a lid on it, and let it sit out there for about an hour. When I brought it in the house, I was curious. I opened it up, the rice looked done, and when I stuck a meat thermometer in it, it read 130 degrees. No shit.
I hung out some laundry around 1pm. The usual, towels, jeans, and such; it was dry by 1:20. WTF? It takes my dryer 60 minutes to dry the same stuff.
My poor dogs. Daisy, who is black, is roasting....she's not exactly thin either. I'm pretty sure her thighs are rubbing painfully together too. Mazzy has a triple wolf coat, and is wrapped around the coolness of the toilet tank. I'm starting to think that that might be the place to be.
My hubby took me to lunch today, while I waited for him to get the car afterwards , I noticed a strange sound every time someone walked out of the building to go to their cars. It took me a minute, but I finally realized it was the sound of a uncontrollable whimper. A whimper that was escaping from between the lips of every soul coming out of that blessedly, wonderful A/C building. I felt, and still feel their pain.
I wish the A/C fairy would come to my house. Do you think that if I put my sweat drenched bra under my pillow, I will wake up and have an air conditioner under there in the morning? P.S When I spell checked this post, it recommended I change "tatas" to "taters". Well....close enough. HAHAHA