|My lips feel like the bark of this dead tree.|
There is not enough ChapStick
in the world
to make me live in Arizona.
This isn't a real post because:
A: it is so hot that my brain hurts and I can't bear to look up the cool things I've seen on the Google right now. (Trees with green trunks, a unicorn chicken, and some alien crop circles, for example.)
B: it's so windy that gritty dust is getting everywhere, especially this keyboard and I am not liking to touch it. (yes, English is my first language, thanks for asking.
4: I am trying to figure out how to get out of acknowledging people that are nice to me by giving me awards. (I'm squinting at you Vanessa and Robyn.)
7b: it is so hot.
We are getting loaded in Superior, Arizona at a place that makes calcium something or other and we aren't allowed to idle to run the a/c and our little a/c is broken and the sun is the devil. The devil. And you have to wear a hard hat to go to the bathroom.
And, I had to take Jas on a walk because she refuses to cross her legs. Did you know that in Boxer math, 10 minutes in 100 degree weather equals 3 bowls of water and 2 hours of heavy breathing? She's such a wuss. I only drank 1 bowl.