It's been in the 90s with heat indices in the 100s. Air advisories. Funny, one of the highway marquees was flashing "air advisory...refuel after 6 pm" and when I refueled on my way home at 7:30 I was the only car in a typically crowded gas station off the interstate.

funny..sort of

I imagine everyone was home, fanning themselves and drinking iced tea.

I'm a dum bass.

So if I change the DAY on the movie site, to Saturday, there is an early showing.

But it's at 11:10 and I might not be awake yet. I kid you not. :rolleyes:

from the newsbreak-- as high as 104 in Oklahoma. Maximum security prisons haven't had air conditioning for four days. offering ice and extra showers instead. Sounds perfectly miserable.

i don't miss those days.

eta: then again, most prisons (in texas anyway) don't have A/C in the dorms.

You must be working too hard philthy. I was wondering where you were. :eyebrow:

Pain - pain in my lower abdomen. Its more than mildly irritating me at the moment. I need to go back to the Drs and let them finish their Celiacs/Diverticulitis tests.

I dont want to have to change my eating habits..I love chocolate and bread and milk.

I hate my guts

chest gunk

Milk?

This morning I was attempting to iron these stupid capris (crappies) that I didn't realize would be such a hassle when I bought them.

I was thinking that a specific hell for me would be having to iron over and over and over. I HATE ironing. So I thought a good thread would be "Hell's Chores" and ask what YOUR specific chore in hell would be.

I unplugged the iron, and was near it again...had to be 10 or more minutes later...to shut the window that's by the ironing boards. My elbow hit the iron and it was still hot as, well, hell.

I'm going to have a seething scarring blister. I tried to hold my cold diet coke can in my lap with my elbow on it as I drove to work, then I got thirsty.

Hell's Chores?
Hand washing all the damn water bottles we have. There are always like 3-4 water bottles sitting on the counter next to the sink waiting to be washed. They are too big for the dishwasher. Can't get your hand in there, the lids are all awkward. I can do it, but I hate it.

It's not easy being "green".

Sylvester Q Puddytat has developed a tendency to dash out the door before I can catch him and spending an evening out on the town. Sometimes he doesn't get home until the next morning, all blurry eyed and smelling of catnip. Since he's mostly black, he's all but impossible to see at night, and I worry about possible encounters between him and a car.

So, I got him a nice bright florescent pink cat collar and put it on him. He flipped out immediately and ran and hid behind some boxes I have stored in a closet. He has been there for almost 24 hours now except for sudden mad dashes around the house and then a return to the closet. Now and then he meows loudly for 10 minutes or so. I guess he thinks he's caught in a trap or something.

I've tried to catch him to remove the offending collar, but he's too quick for me. Right now I don't know what I feel the most - guilt over unwittingly subjecting him to 24 hours of torture or annoyance over his freaky behavior.

He's gotta calm down, SOMETIME, right? :thepain:

I totally fret about letting Turbo outside. I wont let him do it. I've lost so many cats that way. He slipped out once without me knowing it, but he was meowing to be let back in pretty quickly because it was raining. If only I could be sure that he would just stay in the yard.

Stupid war!!

I'm over it, I hate hearing about people's loved ones being injured or killed, I hate the boy being over there ...stupid time zones mean I hear news of attacks and deaths and spend all day freaking out until I hear from him....then I feel guilty for being relieved it wasnt him.

3 more months, then he's back, then he's gone again.