it’s been a long cold lonely winter
The long weekend was caliente to the extreme, and I think it’s safe to say that summer is totally, completely, officially here.
I think we all knew this was going to happen, but TB park was so saturated with people it looked like a hipster refugee camp. So of course I got all gussied in my wannabe Amy Winehouse doo-rag, retro Vuarnet France-esque tank, and new Supers, and sat in the sun with some girls and one special little guy.
I also spent some time drunk and passed out with wet hair at a pool while smoking cigars and accidentally taking unflattering “forgot my iPhone camera was set to the side facing me” pictures of myself with a crinkle-neck.
Apparently my deck is a perfect sunbathing spot. Why? Because it is basically bathed in full “center-of-the-sun” level heat for 10 hours straight. Things got a little hot.
Molly wanted to be one of the girls and got her tan on.
THEN THIS HAPPENED:
It’s too hot.
Also spent time gardening. About three hours. And barely anything looks changed.
WHY did I work in the garden for three hours with minimal results? Mostly because of these stupid, small clover-weed things. ARGH! They are such little bitches. You have to sit on your knees and pull out each little damn mini-clover plant by hand for HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS. I hate them so much.
Although these peonies have me plottzing with excitement…
Molly had a tough weekend because the new place doesn’t have air conditioning… I think I’m going to have to get a window-mounted one for the bedroom because she is totally listless and unhappy in the heat. However, she did meet a new boyfriend neighbour on holiday Monday. These two spent a scandalous amount of time rolling around and presenting their private parts to each other in doggie ecstasy.