It's getting hot in here...

OMG it's summer.  For those of you who do not live in my area, you may not understand the depth of that statement.  Last week it was up in the 100's and fortunately it's a little cooler this week, but I got my electric bill.  I am sorely reminded that this house is bigger and older than I am used to.  Frankly, it needs new windows because we are air conditioning the outside too! 

I seem to have a newly developed issue with heat and can identify a variation of less than a degree.  I'm exaggerating, but really, I feel almost menopausal.  If I wasn't lactating I'd wonder if I was indeed in menopause.  Anyway, it's fucking hot here.  My mom runs the A/C all the time but it's still hot upstairs.  Project o'the day is to put a window A/C unit in my room.  I hope R doesn't fuck it up too bad.

In the meantime I am sweating balls and blogging to keep from hovering.  I thought I'd share a pic of Memphis' birthday cake and all it's glory.  He's such a funny little thing.  He loved his cake so much but he wore more than he ate.  It's probably a good thing, the little shit gets all hyped up on sugar.  So, here is that.  At some point I'm going to edit the video and post that as well, it's us singing happy birthday to him though so I don't want to breech any copyright issues lol.


Well I'm off for today to go deal with the whole A/C thing and stuff.  Until next time...
J

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