The oppressive heat must be taking a nap, and it's cooling off in preparation for rain. We've opened every part of the house that will open and we're running every fan like it's our last hope for survival.
Yesterday was so hot that we only managed to leave the house to get a manicure/pedicure and buy some fruit. I have hot pink fingers and toes and a new pair of flip flops. Not to mention a smattering of freckles that haven't made an appearance since the summer of 98.
I sang a birthday song this morning, and tomorrow I'll have the divine opportunity to meet the birthday girl in person.
Posted by Sonya at June 10, 2004 02:45 PMCool. Give Miss B. my best (even though she doesn't know who I am). And don't let her talk you into a black eye.
Posted by: nathaniel at June 10, 2004 10:52 PMmake sure to get Sharpied! And then photodocument it.
Posted by: Lori at June 11, 2004 07:31 AMIt's cold here. Cold. And rainy. And the guy living in your house is hosting the long-anticipated once-a-summer outdoor pool party tonight. Not that I'm bitter or anything, but we might be doing a 21-swan dive salute in Aran sweaters.
Hooray for freckles. I get a few every summer, and celebrate their arrival like some people hearken to the daffodils or the return of the robins. Pictures, yes?
Posted by: molly at June 11, 2004 02:57 PMAnd it was the best birthday song ever! Prepare to lose your knuckle cherry tonight, Miss Sonya.
Posted by: Sarah B. at June 11, 2004 03:47 PMIn winter we pray for heat:in summer we pray for cold. Just the way it is. On with the next.
Posted by: The Sam at June 13, 2004 06:14 AM