Speaking of insanely hot. I just got back from getting lunch. I am soaked. I have a garden salad and have not even bothered with dressing, for lo the cucumbers and tomatoes are soothing my internal temp.

Really, no one in Texas should have to leave their airconditioned homes today.

I hate that. I go out to get lunch, and unless i get something damn near frozen, I don't feel like eating it when I get back

Thus the salad and veggies. It's the only thing light enough and with enough hydration for me to stomach. Yesterday I made the mistake of a turkey sandwich.

We're not really friends any more, JZ. Yeah, I can believe that about Phoenix and, yes, it does feel like the surface of the sun, even more than usual this year.(monsoon was a bit too short. Hope it comes back again.) I'm tempted to go to the legislature quoting Hank Hill: "It's already one hundred degrees in the summer in Texas, Dale. If it gets one degree hotter, I'm kicking your ass." (With, like, Speaker Weiers standing in for Dale, and Arizona for Texas)

waits for Pete to wander through the thread and start being unnerved.

You rang?

And yes, yes I am.

And yes, yes I am.

Still adorable though.

Sparky1 had a good wedding, at least from a guest perspective, and I don't remember her wanting to kill her DH.

OK. Feeling calmer now. A big part of my angst is that I really hate dealing with long-term money issues. I'm great at paying the bills every month. Figuring out how to allocate the money in my 401(k) or what we need to do now if we want to have another kid before I turn 40, buy a house by the time DH turns 40 (he's ~18 months younger than me), or get me to Europe in the summer of 2015, NSM. And then I'm reluctant to ask questions because I feel like I'm exposing so much stupidity, stupidity which is all the more humiliating because by any reasonable measure I'm an intelligent person, AND my B.S. came from the Wharton undergrad program! Sure, it was in marketing, and sure, I've never used it professionally, but STILL. Anyway, here I am 36 years old and still stupid about money, largely because I've been unwilling to look it in the face and admit that I'm not especially young anymore and need to start looking at the medium- and long-term.

Lately, I've been trying to do better. I read a Suze Orman book and was starting to feel less stupid. But then I get contradictory advice and get all confused and embarrassed at my ignorance again. Sigh. Why isn't this as easy as, say, understanding turn-of-the-19th-century battlefield tactics? I'm darn near expert on THOSE.

I am having a stupidly stressy day. There's not THAT much to do, and not ALL of it is due today. But there's enough of both, plus a meeting I didn't realize I had to prepare for in the middle of it all, that I'm feeling all jittery. I hope tonight my haircutter uses the heavy shoulder-resting thing that I don't know what purpose it serves. That always relaxes me.

Susan, really, don't feel embarrassed about asking money questions! I was over 40 before I started to get any clue about what to do with money. Dealing with money used to scare me to death. The only advice I ever got was "Save it all!" and the only experience I'd had with it was fucking up. Took me a long while to be confident enough to handle my own financial decisions.

I don't remember her wanting to kill her DH.

I'm always glad to hear people liked it -- especially when I made so many people do plane to auto to ferry to auto to get there. We enjoyed it!

I did have to reject many of his suggestions -- like not having chairs at the ceremony for the guests -- but he generally caved pretty quickly when I pointed out the reasons why he was craxy.

Bottom line: Glad we had a wedding! Very glad if I never have another!

I do want to be on the invite list for the Jilli/Plei bachelorette party.

I haven't gotten any work email since about 10 a.m. this morning -- nada! I've decided ignorance is bliss.