Mmmm hmmm. Oooh, look, a parade!

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I know, I know.  I’ve lived with this shit every August since I was a baby.  And, hey, at least it’s not forecast to be 103.  And, the humidity is only about 895% as evidenced by the shocked look my husband gave me when he saw my hair first thing this morning.

Dear hospital staff,

When an elderly adult has to suffer the indignity of being unable to use the toilet because they are not allowed to get out of the bed, please do not worsen the humiliation by referring to their protective garments as diapers. I do not want to ever hear you ask someone if they need their diaper changed.

Let’s call them what they are: Emergency Fluid Retention Devices, aka FREDS (or iFREDS for you Mac people).

Sincerely,

A customer who has had it up to here with institutional linoleum and the damn parking token machine that will NOT take my dollars.

So hot.

I have no inspiration when I feel nasty all the time.

Meh.

Chad and I were hanging out on the deck this afternoon. What?

Anyway.  First, I attempted a few vanishing point shots while Chad mumbled something about how the skys were looking a little ominous and then took a few pot-shots at me for never sweeping the crap off the deck.

I told Chad to shut it, that he basically lived with us rent free, so who is he to criticize my deck.

Chad felt bad about it, and decided to cut a few roses for me. It IS almost Mother’s day.

As I was admiring my flowers, a tremendous gust of wind blew through. I think Chad may have been right about the weather today.

“Biker” by Ted Kooser

Pulling away from a stoplight
with a tire’s sharp bark,
he lifts his scuffed boot and kicks at the air,
and the old dog of inertia gets up with a growl
and shrinks out of the way.