It's really, really hot. It's 90 degrees in May. For my international friends, that's 32.2C. I'm going to get this out of my system now so I don't have to drive you nuts with my repeated declarations of how evil summer is. Here we go: I hate summer. I hate being hot. Sweat is the most deplorable bodily fluid; no human should smell like a barnyard animal. I hate the way my face breaks out, the way everyone stinks to high heaven, the way I have to worry about my children having a heat stroke on the way to the car, the way the humidity makes my hair look like a fern, and the way I have to wear clothes that show more skin than I'm comfortable showing, just so I won't die.
Redeeming qualities of summer: Tomatoes, cucumbers, watermelon, and peaches. There. I feel better.
OK. I'm done. For now. The hotter it gets, the more angry and bitter I become.
In other news, I learned that I have astigmatism and now have to wear glasses. So, when you see future photos of a bespectacled me, you won't be surprised. Also, we have a visitor! Aunt Meredith finished up her exams and made the trek to Birmingham to hang out with us. That's her holding Baby D in the picture above.
So, I guess that's all we have going on as of now. I'll update with something more profound another time, like when I don't need to fold three loads of laundry and plan dinner. :)
1 comment:
It's still only in the low 80's here.
aka COME VISIT! :-)
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