As I type, the mascara is melting from my eyes. A great look for me. We just got home from Costco (which, unrelatedly, was the first word Gracie could read) and after unloading the typical ridiculously large haul, I'm ready to make the move to Alaska (Sallygurgle, guest room?). It's got to be 157 degrees outside. It's actually currently "only" 108. As our good friend, Danny, likes to say (complete with Southern accent), "we have two seasons: summer and summer's comin'". Summer. It's here. In all it's detestable glory.
Pardon me, the pool and I have a hot date. Get it? Hot date? Ha ha! Ha. Ahem. Further proof that heat depletes brain cells at an alarming rate.
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We all get dumber in the summer, I do believe. It's hard not to - you can almost hear your brain cells dying when you're outside for more than .2 seconds. I am jealous of your pool, of course.
I hope that cool pool was JUST the thing!!!!!
We've got a basement up here in the cool country! It's going to be a warm 82 degrees today!
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