So this week in Texas the temps are in the triple digits – that’s right, people, TRIPLE DIGITS. Ask me why we chose to move here during the hottest part of the year (the equivalent to the dead of winter in Chitown, miserable and enough to break the spirit of any man, woman or child) and I can only say, “Hey, at least our electric bills will be the highest they’ll be ALL YEAR.”

Here’s what I have to say about this diabolical heat: BLEH.

I haven’t walked outside in weeks, ’cause it’s 90 degrees by 9 am.

It’s too hot to play in the backyard, so I’m forced to listen to my almost 3 year old whine like there’s no tomorrow.

I’m sweaty. All the time. And not by choice.

I wear the same thing. EVERY DAY. Here’s my uniform: Baseball cap, freshly scrubbed face (because WHY put makeup on when it’s just going to run down your neck later?), earrings (just to spice things up), some type of summery dress, and flip-flops. Yep. Pretty hot. If you see me on the street, don’t worry – it is me, not LeAnn Rimes, not Melissa Joan Hart (yes, I know, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, she’s haunted me all my life), and it’s definitely not Ellen Pompeo (although I do like hearing that one every 10 years or so). I am amazed my hubby still thinks I’m the greatest thing since sliced bread – he is sweet – but he’s probably the only one. And that’s ok. I’m alllll about comfort and keeping the sweat at bay.

So I figure…mmm…maybe another month or so of this and it breaks, right?? Here’s hoping.

On another note, eBay is keeping me busy this week. I should give the men that helped us move a medal – I know, there were a lot of bins of clothes and I’m sorry. I’m trying to unload some of it and I’m having such a hard time. Whether or not we decide to AT SOME POINT start talking about a third child is not the issue – whether or not one person needs that many clothes is. That and I’m trying to keep my fall purchases self-contained. I’m pretty much forcing myself to purge, and I HATE IT! I realize that I am way attached and need help.

So here’s hoping the sweet things I’m selling will be profitable and I can pay off what’s coming to me in about a month or so.

Off to break open that bottle of white and indulge in a little trash tv and other such fineries.