It's three-hundred-eleventy billion degrees outside, and possibly hotter inside. You've had the same things for dinner every night since the beginning of time. There are cat-hair tumbleweeds flying across the floor. Those really cute shorts you bought last summer no longer cover your expanding ass. In the one thunderstorm of the past month, you left the windows open on the porch. You run out of toilet paper, mustard, miracle whip, butter, flour, strawberry jam, chocolate chips and little wipey things to clean the floor all at the same time. You're so hot, tired, and disgusted that you can't even bring yourself to knit.
I was outside last night for 10 minutes and got 9 mosquito bites.
I missed my Wednesday links post, which is the only blogging I've done lately, and at this point I'm thinking I'll just have a big one next week, like those supersized July/August issues of magazines. Because I'm cool like that.
And really it's not so bad. I have cookbooks, and a vacuum for the cat hair, and a plan for the ass. I'm overly paranoid about the windows, and it was time for a big grocery trip anyway. And it's not like I can't turn on the damn air conditioner. But nothing helps the mosquito bites, because these babies itch! But do you know what helps me scratch the bites I can't quite reach?
Oh, can't you guess???
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No, really, it's been a busy couple of weeks. And yeah, a bunch of things kinda built up there, and kinda sucked a whole lot, and there is some secret non-bloggable information hogging parts of my brain, and I accidentally turned on the news and ohmygodwe'reallgonnagetblowedup, but what can I do? Enact my plans and my vacuum and drag all of you along for the ride. And I hereby lodge a complaint - my face is breaking out. NOT. COOL. Breaking out at my age is just so freakin SNAKES ON A PLANE.
Thanks for putting up with my unannounced and unplanned vacation. I am back.