my porch thermometer says it is 113. my born and raised in Az coworker swears it is off by a few degrees, but it generally agrees with the bank thermometer on the other side of town.
the indoor thermometer in my bathroom, on the other end of the trailer from the cooler, says it is 94 there. so it's probably upper 80s-ish here right under the cooler. i've spent at least an hour today sorting crap, and hauling moving sale stuff to the porch, after spending the morning biking 10 miles round trip to the vets to get harvey's special food and copies of his and sammie's medical records, taking the baby blanket i crocheted to the pregnant girl in the office at work, and some other stuff which i am too headachy to forget. or remember, whichever the case may be.
anything over 107 is too fucking hot to use a shift key.
anything over 107 is too fucking hot to use a shift key.
I see your "use a shift key" and raise you "live"
wrod.
I must leave the desert.
"If I had a million dollars..."
I can't even meet the 107 call. 97 and I'm out.
Congrats amych!!
I'm so hungry. There's nothing (healthy) to eat.
Windy, I remembered that you worked with developmentally disabled adults, but I wasn't sure if telling them before hand would be good or not. I keep listening to stories Mom has about the kids she works with, some do better with knowing things and some don't.
At work they have a Wellness program and they are having a contest to see who can loose the most percentage of weight -- individual and group. A bunch of us are doing it, most of it talk about losing weight. I'm excited. There are also some free nutrition classes that I can go to. Even though there is a contest the big goal is to get people eating better and healthier. So I need to go buy some healthy stuff.
And do dishes.
But! I'm going out dancing for the first time in a long time. YAY me.
Yay for Mother Bug's new job.
So I ordered 2X because I knew I just would not be able to handle it if 1X stuff came to my door and it was too small. So, yeah, anyway, stuff is way too big, and I need to return it. Dumb.
Hey, as dumb goes, "I'm in better shape than I thought I was" doesn't suck.
When the bank thermometer hits 102, you're not getting me out of the shade for love or money.
Over 100 is too hot.
Paypal has given me a line of credit. Eep. Ebay just got a lot more dangerous.
People who have hormonal issues should NOT be forced to work for a company that has bins of free food. Not just free crackers. No. Free peanut M&Ms. By the bin. With scoops.
