I feel like I should be able to put on my resume under the 'Special Skills' section that I survived this weekend and its 106+ temps. I'll go in for job interviews and tell them I can use Adobe Illustrator (lie), am comfortable with Powerpoint (as if) and can accurately predict the moment when I need to switch from wine and Sprite spritzers to water so I can stay hydrated enough to later walk outside to my car and not shrivel up like a vampire raisin.
If you're in DC and have no power you deserve a Purple Heart. Or at least an hour of uninterrupted time standing in front of an open fridge with your top off and no panties.
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Ahhh.... gawd bless America and advanced refrigeration.
And bless Italy because it looks pretty damn cool no matter what the temperature.
There was a discussion this weekend on which was worse: boob sweat or ball sweat. Gentlemen, I think you might be the winner. You get an extra five minutes in front of the open fridge.
In related news, I've invented a bra where the cups are made of the freezable gel stuff in eye masks or ice packs that you use for sore muscles. I'm accepting advance orders.
This building is bananas.
If you follow me on Instagram you know I squee hard for old structures being eaten by nature. Usually it's trailers but this is pretty badass too.
Is this a still from the movie Legend? Because I think I saw a unicorn back there.
Fortunately my container garden is doing well and staying watered (yay me!) although I have recently noticed some wonky plants. Wonky plants that I couldn't figure out why were wonky until I found a cat-shaped dent... gawddamit.
Apparently the cool damp potting mix was just too enticing to resist so I scattered some candles and lanterns in all the emptier areas of the pots. Now who's the smart one?! *eyebrow wiggle*
She seems to not understand the joy of advanced refrigeration because no matter how much I try to coax Charlemagne to stay inside, she seems to want to bake herself into a kitty log on the driveway.
So now she gets locked inside when it's too hot where she pouts like a tweener. SORRY TO BE KEEPING YOU ALIVE!! My bad.You know who isn't behaving like an asshole cat and also deserves a medal this week? My heatwave savior: JCPenney's thermal Supreme curtains. They are keeping out all the bad sun from my living and dining room thereby making them habitable for humans and reluctant cats.
I know that fancy 'designy' curtains are block-printed pieces of gossamer linen woven from the finest sheep chin hair but that shit only works on the Pinterest. I have neighbors and 50 year old windows. I can't be relying on a piece of toilet paper from West Elm to hide whatever manner of shame happens inside the Ranch.
And there is a lot...
Unless this guy was my neighbor and then I wouldn't mind baking on my couch where all my neighbors could see just how many hours I've watched Torchwood this weekend.
I also eat an embarrassing amount of cheese that I'd like to keep between me, Captain Jack Harkness and the checkout guy at my secret redneck grocery store who looks like Michael Bolton's gay inbred cousin.
I figure a guy with more earrings than corkscrew curls probably doesn't judge a girl buying bulk cheese.He deserves a medal too.
Hope y'all have a happy Fourth and retain all of your fingers but none of your dignity!