Hotter than Dog’s Breath

mmmmmmmm.... ice cream

It’s been hotter than Hades around here lately. I think it’s the humidity. The heat just sticks to your body and you feel like you’re breathing inside a plastic bag. Okay, it’s not that bad. I know it is that bad in a lot of places… it’s just that’s what it feels like to me. I’m a pansy.

So I decided to go visit my mom out in the Sticks where it’s 105 in the shade! Why? Because she has air conditioning and Bug and I were just plain bored of our hot house. The beach has been off limits lately because it is crowded crowded crowded. Ugh. The water is delightful but there are just too many people. Also, my beach buggy (aka the jogger stroller) has a flat. We’re out of commission for a while.

The thing about the sticks this last visit is, there was no internet. Gasp! No internet! The horror. Believe me, I felt like I was roughing it. But that’s what happens when money is tight. Sometimes the extras (even the ones you are addicted to) get turned off. So I went offline for two days. TWO WHOLE DAYS.

ripe tomatoes from my mom's garden

It was good for me. We played in my mom’s garden. Picked lots of “matoes,” as Baby Bug calls them. I didn’t paint a stroke, even though I hauled my entire massive collection of disposable plastic cups full of mixed paint out there. I meant to but I actually worked on some computer work that I needed to get done. It was really nice, actually. I love my mom’s swamp cooler. I miss it, in fact.