82 and no humidity is vastly different. When I was in NM, one night I went out after dark and actually got chilly, with it being that and breezy. And it is 83 here and still feels pretty oppressive out there.
Loki is crying to go out. Which, given I haven't watered my plants, and he always manages to escape when I do that...he's about to get. For a minute, the little shit.
Thank you!
I've installed that stuff.
They make fake B&B in four by eight sheets. The real stuff looks so much better, but it's a pain to do, plus, way more expensive.
we bailed on the fireworks. getting dinner with uncle g took a bit longer than we expected and mac was fading, so I decided why push it. The humidity seems to be going up this evening and none of us need the rush rush rush of trying to do every single thing. Now we are home and are both tired and sweaty, but chillaxin'. Bedtime shortly.
Also, I got to talk to Dominic tonight. He told me all about the lego things he built, how he was going to go swimming in a pool in the ground at TEN PM (party my dad's colleagues are throwing, don't know about the 10 pm) and then he got fixated on the toy bug that "farts and squishes its eggs out." Which he hasn't seen in a year, but it is that memorable.
Turns out, I can see the fireworks downtown from the street. Which I discovered when Loki ran out in the street. He's not getting out front anytime soon. It was passable when he stayed in front of the house. Street? NSM.
So, I think I'm sleepy, but I'm already afraid I drank too much iced coffee this afternoon, and will be WIDE AWAKE when I actually get in bed....
And why did Toby Keith open his set with his "fuck you" song to the girl who dissed him in high school??
Apparently, my brother got asked to leave WalMart today. I am so proud... WTF?
It involved a grocery bag breaking at checkout, smashing of his toes and a customer service visit. That's all SIL got. Never know, with him. He's got a pretty mild temper, but a very sharp, smart tongue and a willingness to go with brutal logic to the mat over something. Probably irritated someone with his refusal to let go.
Good times.
And the patriotic singalong just started with God Save The Queen! I mean, My Country Tis of Thee - but you couldn't hear anyone singing, so it might as well have been the other...
They make fake B&B in four by eight sheets. The real stuff looks so much better, but it's a pain to do, plus, way more expensive.
And these days, the wood is total crap and generally way too crooked.