Remember all winter long when I bitched about the weather? Weellll, now I get to bitch about the heat. Lucky you!
It’s been in the 80s here lately, and a few days had around 88% humidity. Please read that again and let it sink in. It’s like living in a pot of stew. Only less tasty.
It’s too hot to knit (who wants to have yarn in their lap!?) and while I do have one DIY project going, it’s stalled at the moment until I can get some help with it.
So the last week or so has been pretty simple. Hang clothes out on the line, avoid horse flies, water the container garden, avoid deer flies, that sort of thing.
The flowers in the front yard flowerbed are blooming like crazy – petunias and pansies.
The backyard looks pretty great now that the grass is starting to grow back.
The dog received a much-needed bath. She was rather odiferous.
This is what the humidity does to my hair.
And then there’s my car.
A routine change of the plugs and wires became an ‘Oh hey, the timing belt is about to FLY OFF and DESTROY THE UNIVERSE’. Well ok, maybe not that dramatic. But the car does have a loose timing belt, which is a very bad thing. So my baby is parked until the Mr can fix it, which will hopefully happen this weekend.
I do not blame the car for any of this, of course. We’ve had it a little over a year and I blame every.single.past.owner for any problems. Because the car is pretty. And red. And shiny. And she would never break on me unless it was someone else’s fault.
I’m a little attached to the car.
And, bonus round! Some balloons left over from my brother-in-law’s graduation party slowly deflated and now look….well, like this:
Now I’m not going to spell out what they look like because I am a sensitive and demure lady, but holy crap. It looks like somebody castrated a bull up in there.
See you in a few!