Blog friends, I am hot and I don’t mean in a good-looking kind of way. Hot as in freaking fry an egg on my head and call it a day. Sweet Christ, soooo hot. How does one function when it’s 90 degrees INSIDE your house for three straight days? You get in your car and drive around with your air conditioning full blast. Yeah, did you say driving on a ‘Spare the Air’ day is oh so politically incorrect? (Do all states have Spare the Air days or is it only in my smog filled state?) Not to mention gas costs a small fortune. Plus, my car is getting old. I don’t trust it not to just up and die on me, costing me thousands. Is it a problem to have the radio on, air cond blasting and the DVD player hooked up so the kids can watch Monsters, Inc. so they don’t bother me while I drive just to cool off? Dramatic? Who me? Just shoot me and put me out of my misery.
I was listening to The Raconteurs this weekend repeatedly. I have this habit that whenever I get a new CD I love I play it constantly until I can’t stand it anymore. That probably means that I have some sort of OCD thing going, but I’m too tired to analyze that tidbit at the moment.
What else, well my TV stopped working and my clothes dryer decided to quit on me. Good times.
Monday’s Wish List:
Cold bubbly beverages
Massage
Cool shower
Rinse
Repeat
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5 comments:
Love 'The Raconteurs.' A hot chick gave me that CD.
*smile* aren't you lucky...
I think so...Maybe I should have burned a copy for Arnold.
Whatever keeps you cool babe.
Kent - I doubt Arnold would love it as much as we do.
Seeker - *grins*
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