Sits back, enjoying the Jilli and StuntHusband Show.

Pops popcorn, remembers that I'm trying to avoid empty calories, and eats blueberries instead.

Nearly called 'em clueberries. But I try to save those for people who really need them.

But that means paperwork. It's too hot for paperwork.

Didn't you tell me - YEARS ago - that you had invented things called "computers"? I mean, I paid you to get some for the Cabal. Aren't they...oh, "labor-saving devices"? Why you insisted we dispose of my much-cheaper-to-procure zombie slaves, I'll never know.

Get these computer-things to do the paperwork for you; that's why you invented them with HANDS, isn't it?

clueberries

Oh, I so need several bushels of these - both to consume on days like today (still smarting from the Link Fiasco earlier), and to hurl at drivers who almost knock me down when I'm legally crossing the street less than a block from my home.

I am licking my forearms now.

hee hee! So did I. I think it's drizzling outside. I'm going to go pull some weeds.

Why you insisted we dispose of my much-cheaper-to-procure zombie slaves, I'll never know.

Because it was either get rid of them, or try to renegotiate for a larger discount from the Febreeze people. The zombies were STINKY. Worse than Loyal Toadie.

Get these computer-things to do the paperwork for you; that's why you invented them with HANDS, isn't it?

I thought the computer-things were for fic ...?

I think I need to finish my space rocket; space is nice and chilly, right?

Um, only in the shade. In the sunlight, space is char-you-to-a-cinder hot.

I only freeze air in my freezer.

Then store some clothes in there during the heatwave

My health-conscious former coworker swore to me that the nutrients in broccoli were actually better absorbed if you ate some fat with it, like cheese or butter.

In Minnesota, at the state fair, you could sell deep fried broccoli on a stick!

No skin-peeling. Go soak down a t-shirt, put that on, and then stand in front of the fan. That's what I've been doing.

I am sadly too hot to make the requisite comments about contests, alas.

Consider me to have done my 12 year old boy duty without, you know, having done it.

clueberries

Oh, I so need several bushels of these - both to consume on days like today (still smarting from the Link Fiasco earlier), and to hurl at drivers who almost knock me down when I'm legally crossing the street less than a block from my home.

Windsparrow just said something about you finding a use for the mushy ones.

Back from weeding. it was not drizzling. Which begs the question- why was the cat damp? I didn't mist her. Is she seeing another family?