All this heatwave talk FORCED me to have an XL bowl of ice cream.
'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
If I didn't have critters, I'd flee here but I have to be able to keep this place as unhot as possible (which is really too too hot these days) for them. I am uncomfortable and kinda want to barf but I am more actually concerned about the cats.
Blech.
Why, PNW, why?
my floor is so hot i'm wearing flip flops and nothing else.
Ticket? What ticket?
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thunderstorm last night and slept like ass.
Sorry the storm ruined your night, Erin. I expect it's no consolation, but it made for a gorgeous lightshow when viewed from up north, and a nice full rainbow on my morning commute. First time I have ever seen a morning rainbow.
Ticket? What ticket?
happy place
My thoughts exactly!
All this heatwave talk FORCED me to have an XL bowl of ice cream.
Oh, you poor thing! How will you ever bear it?
Meanwhile, right now San Francisco (our neighborhood, anyway) is solidly the land of curling up on the sofa under a fuzzy blanket with a hot toddy. Which, generally pleasant, but in July? Sigh. Why can't we work out some kind of temperature exchange with Portland and Seattle? There's got to be some happy medium that would make us all content.
Oh, you poor thing! How will you ever bear it?
Knowing my body, by creating fat.
::hugs hardworking central air unit::
Yes, I am a spoiled Florida girl. But anyone who wants can come sprawl on my incredibly cold Italian tiles.
I'll even make y'all red beans and rice tomorrow. With andouille.
Moooom, Barb is being taunty with her red beans and rice.
I have central air, so I don't have to covet that. But yum.
That's what I was going to make tomorrow.