It's freakin' hot here, kids. Now, I'm sure it's at least as hot, if not even hotter, in other places right now but the simple fact is that I don't live there. I live here. And it's freakin' hot here, kids. I can be bouncing off the walls at work, but by the time I walk two blocks to get home after work, I am sapped of all energy and have to take a nap. It's bizarre. Today I didn't even mean to take a nap. I just lay down in front of the fan to cool off and woke up and hour later. Now I'm all groggy and fuzzy and all I really want to do is go back to bed. This weather makes me feel like a total loser. Yes! That's right! It's the weather's fault! But for the weather, I would rock.
My niece sent me a link to this blog. I've read it from the beginning and I think it's fake. What do you think?
UPDATE: I knew it. Totally fake.
So why is it that we have both experienced this "late night run to the Wal for a plunger" experience? Is it because neither of us plan ahead for plunging emergencies due to lack of foresight? Or do we live in a fantasy land where this type of emergency isn't going to happen? Or perhaps, we are both just super neat-freaks who can't stand to have a used plunger, regardless of how well it has been sanitized with bleach, to be in our home, and therefore throw them away after use? Yeah, neat-freaks, you betcha!
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