Thanks for the well wishes on yesterday's post. I am feeling better today. I needed cuddles from my Geekster, some hilarious tv and a good night's sleep to make life look less messy.
It's so hot outside that not only could I fry an egg on the sidewalk, but I could throw some bacon on there with homefries and possibly grill some toast on the neighbour's car. It's just not right AT ALL. The next time someone says 'Canada.. Isn't it really cold there?' I'm going to punch them in the face. Or something.
Inside my little home it is a cool 23c. For you Amurkens, that's 73.4f. Thank goodness for central air units. However, I may have to promise naughty favours to the meter guy when he comes to check the usage or suffer the agony of a sky-high bill.
I took the gremlins to the grocery store this morning. It was already staggeringly hot out there, but it needed to be done. The Maven functions poorly when there are no fruits or vegetables in the house. Also, I'm trying to curb my Tim Hortons usage. Going two or three times a day is a wee bit much, even if it's only for coffee. My neglected coffee maker was happy to see me. It wagged its little cord and licked my hand when I poured the water in.
Ironically, I've received two 'mail message undeliverable after X hours' emails since sending my proposal letter to Mothering's editor. I wonder if this is a sign. If not, it's most certainly a big pain in my big behind. I don't like waiting. Waiting is for people with no sense of instant gratification, which is certainly no one in my generation.
I'm going to go upstairs and lie down for a bit. There may be company coming over in a little while. I think I've convinced The Madre that she needs to bring me a, well, Tim Hortons coffee. Look: The Madre isn't trying to cut down on her Tim Hortons visits, ok? She can go whenever she damn well feels like it (or when I feel like asking her to...)
It's so hot outside that not only could I fry an egg on the sidewalk, but I could throw some bacon on there with homefries and possibly grill some toast on the neighbour's car. It's just not right AT ALL. The next time someone says 'Canada.. Isn't it really cold there?' I'm going to punch them in the face. Or something.
Inside my little home it is a cool 23c. For you Amurkens, that's 73.4f. Thank goodness for central air units. However, I may have to promise naughty favours to the meter guy when he comes to check the usage or suffer the agony of a sky-high bill.
I took the gremlins to the grocery store this morning. It was already staggeringly hot out there, but it needed to be done. The Maven functions poorly when there are no fruits or vegetables in the house. Also, I'm trying to curb my Tim Hortons usage. Going two or three times a day is a wee bit much, even if it's only for coffee. My neglected coffee maker was happy to see me. It wagged its little cord and licked my hand when I poured the water in.
Ironically, I've received two 'mail message undeliverable after X hours' emails since sending my proposal letter to Mothering's editor. I wonder if this is a sign. If not, it's most certainly a big pain in my big behind. I don't like waiting. Waiting is for people with no sense of instant gratification, which is certainly no one in my generation.
I'm going to go upstairs and lie down for a bit. There may be company coming over in a little while. I think I've convinced The Madre that she needs to bring me a, well, Tim Hortons coffee. Look: The Madre isn't trying to cut down on her Tim Hortons visits, ok? She can go whenever she damn well feels like it (or when I feel like asking her to...)