Friday Yawn

Friday night was a total bust for us, but not quite as unfun as Saturday night. When I got home from work, I got slammed with a crazy headache – not quite migraine status, but enough pain to make me not that hungry and for sure not interested in cooking. Jud ordered some pizza. I took some pills. We chilled out.

Chilling out can pretty much only be accomplished in our living room and dining room because it is ridiculously hot down here. It’s this hot:

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Me: Alright, that is it! I can’t live like this.

You: What did I do?

Me: I’m living in Texas! The worst place in the world! With devils and those caves and the ragged clothing! And the heat! My lands, the heat! I mean, what do you think about all that?

You: Must be rough.

Me: You should be trying to save me!

You: Don’t boss me! This is why you’re living in Texas.

Me: I am not going to live in Texas forever and if you think I’m going to live here forever, you should care that I’m going to live in Texas forever, even though I am not.

You: You stole my Jesus fish, didn’t you?

Me: Yeah, that’s right!

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It’s hot enough that the little hamsters in our air conditioning units have to be replaced like four times a day and hot enough for me to consider braving the malls on Saturdays just to be in a place that is completely air conditioned, hot enough that I can’t stand being upstairs in our place for more than say, thirty seconds before I am bolting back into the land of normalcy. Hot enough that we are sleeping in the office because it is half the size of our bedroom with the same size air conditioning unit.

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