The work week is nearly over and I am exhausted. I am not sure if the exhaustion is coming from fighting off the heat of hell on a daily basis, the stresses of life lately, or due to the persistent insomnia that seems to be kicking my ass. No matter, I am feeling quite old. Er. Maybe not old, just worn out. Like an old sneaker, minus the stink.

I know I’ve been crappy about posting regularly. And, again, I am sorry about the RSS feeds not working properly. I know y’all count on the delivery of my feeds, but it’s not something I know how to fix, therefore remains broked.  *le sigh* Such is life sometimes, yanno?

The heat around these parts has now reached the stifling stages. It’s hard to breathe when you’re outside. It’s hard to touch the inside of your car at the end of your work day. It’s hard to sleep. It’s hard to eat. It just plain sucks. I am telling you, one of these days this entire state is going to go up into a giant ball of flames. Like, spontaneous combustion style. Srsly.

Ok. I won’t bitch about the heat any more. For now.

I will switch over to bitching about the fact that my clothes dryer took a shit on me when we got back from our vacation, and now, I am forced into buying a new one. Oh yes, cuz we’re so rich and all, of course I have enough to buy a new dryer! Why the hell not, right?  psssssht. That’s how I will be spending my weekend. Irritated, hotter than hell going from place to place searching for a cheap enough dryer that I might be able to feed my kids AND do laundry. Am I asking too much?  Hmmm...probably. Oh, and throw in a crabby Hubsend to go on the dryer shopping trip and you’ve got yourself a rip roarin’ good time!

Anybody wanna trade places? Like, somebody in say, Alaska?

I could use an iceberg to freeze my ass cheeks on for a spell. I bet I could even become friends with some penguins. They could bring me food.....

The work week is nearly over and I am exhausted. I am not sure if the exhaustion is coming from fighting off the heat of hell on a daily basis, the stresses of life lately, or due to the persistent insomnia that seems to be kicking my ass. No matter, I am feeling quite old. Er. Maybe not old, just worn out. Like an old sneaker, minus the stink.

I know I’ve been crappy about posting regularly. And, again, I am sorry about the RSS feeds not working properly. I know y’all count on the delivery of my feeds, but it’s not something I know how to fix, therefore remains broked.  *le sigh* Such is life sometimes, yanno?

The heat around these parts has now reached the stifling stages. It’s hard to breathe when you’re outside. It’s hard to touch the inside of your car at the end of your work day. It’s hard to sleep. It’s hard to eat. It just plain sucks. I am telling you, one of these days this entire state is going to go up into a giant ball of flames. Like, spontaneous combustion style. Srsly.

Ok. I won’t bitch about the heat any more. For now.

I will switch over to bitching about the fact that my clothes dryer took a shit on me when we got back from our vacation, and now, I am forced into buying a new one. Oh yes, cuz we’re so rich and all, of course I have enough to buy a new dryer! Why the hell not, right?  psssssht. That’s how I will be spending my weekend. Irritated, hotter than hell going from place to place searching for a cheap enough dryer that I might be able to feed my kids AND do laundry. Am I asking too much?  Hmmm...probably. Oh, and throw in a crabby Hubsend to go on the dryer shopping trip and you’ve got yourself a rip roarin’ good time!

Anybody wanna trade places? Like, somebody in say, Alaska?

I could use an iceberg to freeze my ass cheeks on for a spell. I bet I could even become friends with some penguins. They could bring me food.....