And one day the heat index was 120. Which isn't bad if you live in Arizona an the air isn't 99% saturated in water. But I don't live in Arizona. Evidently, I live in a steam cooker.
My bitter and all-consuming homesickness for Texas abated a bit with this heat wave. Maybe I don't really like being hot and stinky all the time. Maybe it is good to live somewhere that cools down from time to time.
Check back in two months. I will swing wildly back into the "I have to move to Texas immediately" camp. So.....what have we been up to?
Swim lessons. And....uhhhhhh. That's all I can remember. Perhaps some photos....to jog my memory.
Let's see. Oh yes. I bought some booze.
We ate some ice cream.
We held a neighbor's newborn baby....which gave me about 5 minutes of baby fever, but then Andrew shat on the floor and Becca screamed because she couldn't play on the computer anymore and then that passed.
We had dance camp....
We cleaned up a messy room.
My uncle, aunt and cousins came to visit and we had a fun HOT crab night wherein it was the hottest day on record and my air conditioner didn't work for 8 hours.
The kids had to huddle by a cooler just to survive.
We went to a potato
Chip factory and spent the rest of the month gorging.
We celebrated 14 years of marriage by me smartly trying to take a self portrait while we were driving.
John cooperated. As usual.
If I post enough of these he will stop doing it, riiiigght?
We ate snowcones.
Went to baseball game.
The basement looks like this all the time.
Dear lord in heaven, no wonder I need a nap every day. It also explains this lovely treasure I came across in my photo roll.
Help! Someone send help!