This week's heat has been brutal. I have been trying not to complain because last winter was opposite-end-of-the spectrum-brutal and I couldn't wait for it to be over. It's been especially rough with the a/c broken in my mom-van (**whine**). Today I would gladly trade scraping snow and ice off my car for driving around with the thermometer stuck at 100 degrees.
Amberly has spent the past two nights sleeping at our house with Kori because temps were in the upper 90's in their upstairs apartment.
Brian is camping this weekend with the guys and the dogs. It's a bit cooler in the Adirondacks, where they go each summer. During the day I find comfort in the a/c at work and the girls are lucky to be able to swim at Aunt Bethany & Uncle Keith's. We had a fun evening at Uncle Tom & Aunt Sherry's until the mosquito terrorists threatened to carry us off into the deep woods.
I think this ongoing heat might have cooked my brain a little. Yesterday I had my hair cut short. I came home from my appointment, stood looking at my reflection in the mirror and thought, "Girl, what have you done?" I guess I thought I'd see a cute, sassy reflection - like the pretty girl in the picture I showed my hairstylist - But the dazed person looking back looked 15 years older, windblown, flushed and sweaty from a 100 degree drive in a mom- van with no a/c. Well, it's hair. It grows. Whatever.
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