I know it's summer because it's supposed to be 92 tomorrow. Ugh.
We're getting ready to go to the Deer Park Library book sale, a big event in our world. It's been 6 months since the last one, and the bookshelf badly needs refreshing. It's going to be 85 degrees today, and I've been up since 7:30 and trying to get C. moving since 9. First, she has to drink coffee. Then play her computer games. Then take a shower. Now she is in her underwear running the carpet scrubber, having caught Kewpie the peke sneaking a wee in the living room. Now she is pawing through the thousands of shoes in the footlocker in the hall, singing out, "Too many dicks on the dance floor!" Then we have to agree on the books going back, and she'll have a beer. By the time we get to the sale it'll be the hottest part of the day. After 33 years, I know this. It's OK.