Getting home is exhausting!
The pile of mail is as tall as I am. I don't think my paper karma app is working very well. I still get a boat load of junk mail. Sad face. Giant bummer.
The laundry pile is easily as tall as I am, too. I could lose a small child or large dog in it. I don't want to do laundry today.
It's high fire danger weather here. That stinks. And there is a massive wildfire burning only 40 miles west of here that has claimed a ga-zillion acres and is ZERO percent contained. Awesome. The smoke in the air is KILLING me. And the temperatures are insane. IN-sane. It was 98 yesterday. Okay, I'm complaining about history. Today, it's a glorious 63 with a nice breeze, but the last three days have been hellishly hot and it's supposed to rocket back up into the 90's for the rest of the week.
I'm a hot weather weenie. We've discussed that a million times. I'm a cold weather girl from top to bottom. I like my shirts with sleeves and my pants with legs. I enjoy maximum skin coverage. I like hoodies. I don't really love a sweaty craw or puddles of heat-evidence in between by boobs or trickling down my butt crack. I'm most comfortable when temperatures are between 50 and 75 degrees.
I'm not sure where I was going with that. I'm ranting and typing in stream of consciousness. I have several posts cooking. Vacation updates, funny things. Random things. Lots, lots, lots more to come.