It's not hot or humid here, but I damn near took Cowboy's head off last night for getting in my way as I was trying to set the table. I accused him of shoving me into the hot stove. Then I almost cried because there was a bunch of stuff stacked up on the counter where we eat most (okay, all) of our meals. And then I got upset because my foot hurt.

Oh, did I mention that I have my period, too?

It was 119 degrees here in Niagara yesterday. CANADA! And yet people still insist there is no such thing as global warming. I'm sure 5 minutes outside without SPF 9000 might give them pause.

I'm glad I'm not the only one. The heat makes me cranky and grouchy and veeeeeeeeeeeery sleepy. All I can think about is going home from work and lying on my bed with the air conditioner cranked and my iPod in my ears. Ahhhhhh.

Except, you know, for the reality part. Kids fighting. Dog dancing around because he needs to go out. Cat meowing for...whatever. I bet even the fish will do something annoying.

And I don't even have my period. God help them if I did.

I have to drive myself to two other buildings here in my school district to take pictures of poor landscaping. No, I'm not kidding. The heat index is over 100 degrees. I did three other buildings yesterday and decided that was enough. I did another one this morning, and then I got called to take pictures of a burned trash dumpster. No, I'm not the staff photographer, I'm the tech chick.

Good grief.

I'm so freaking cranky it hurts. I got home Sunday, unpacked, repacked, and left Monday to drive to PA and get the kids, then we're crossing over to Ohio to see my Mom, then finally FINALLY will get home
Saturday and I NEED. MY. OWN. BED.
And the heat??? SUCKS.

hey lani,

i totally agree with u about the heat last week for a wk straight we had 112-115 deagree heat all wk it sucked, and the worst part is that because everyone was running there a/c our power went out a few times, the air quality is horrible 2, i also get very cranky when im hot...lol.

I'm grouchy, too. When George gets home, he sort of sidles into the house and tries not to make eye contact.

I spent most of yesterday annoyed about something, and now I can't even remember what it was I was annoyed about.

And my hair! Don't even get me started about my hair! All of the frizz-ease in the world can not tame it.

Heat is evil and humidity is worse. I moved from Iowa to SoCal to get out of the humidity. So what happens? It's been humid as all hell here in SoCal lately. This week we are having somewhat of a break from the 100+ temps but the humidity is up. We should not have 82% humidity at ANY time of day here. It's WRONG.

Hubster and kidlet also try to avoid eye contact although it doesn't really take anything other than them actually being in the same house to set me off about something...

I'm just pregnant, cranky and irritable... it's not even that hot here, you have my sympathies!

Whitey, I'm totally picturing George oozing into the house like those capri sun commercials where the kid drinking it turns to a silvery liquid..

It's more like the old Calvin and Hobbes cartoons, where Hobbes waits, poised to pounce on Calvin . . .

The heat doesn't bother me, but this humidity will be the death of someone in my family because I am going to go postal if I step outside one more time and feel like I just got out of the shower! And the ac inside only seems to really work at night. And my favorite lipstick melted because I left it in my purse in my car for 30 minutes. And the flies are multiplying faster than bunnies. And I'm just about to start my period any day, so I feel like I've put on about 20 pounds in the past two days, and none of my clothes fit. Am I cranky? Hell yes, I'm cranky. Humidity sucks. I need a beach in the tropics, with a cute lil cabana boy that will bring me margaritas every 10 minutes, and an endless supply of new LC books. Then I'd be juuuust fiiiiine.

Oh wonders. I'm completely understanding the cranky in heat (hey now I'm channelling Bob), but down south here it's as cold as it comes and now I've developed consumption. Well I'm calling it consumption, due mainly to the fact that the current batch of historical romances seem remarkably absent of poor suffering bimbos lazing around on a chaise, sniffing laudenum and coughing politely. In fact all this talk of summer is a teeny bit hard on the woman who boiled the kettle this morning to defrost enough of the car to get the kiddies to school. Still having said that, I still think summer sucks worse than winter so I should just retire gracefully to the couch with a cuppa and cough intermittently at the tube.

So I'm guessing now is not the time to post something perky? Like how my darling husband had a giant bouquet of flowers waiting on me after RWA Or the nice lunch he took me to on Monday? It's hot here too. It's the south, its supposed to be hot. So I guess I'm used to it. But I sure do look forward to autumn.

Now, if I could just find my cat.

The heatwave in my part of Europe has finally broken, and it's almost a relief to be wearing sweaters again.

It's also a relief, because we don't really have much of that thing called, you know, air conditioning, over here.

Hugs and cyber ice drinks to all of you living in hot climes!

Can you take a dip in your pool, or is it still a fucking pool?

I'm covered in bug bites from working in my garden and my boss just informed me that I'm pissing off my coworkers by asking the same questions to different people like I'm shopping for answers. Cripes, how do you shop for answers? I just get so busy I forgot what they told me if I don't write it down right away. Yeah, I'm cranky too.

I just got out of the fucking pool, actually.

And yes, it's still a fucking pool. I can't wait to get rid of that thing!

And I'm totally with you on the memory thing. I can't even imagine how people would deal with me if I ever inflicted myself on an office. :::shudder:::

Lani I think I know who owns the cat. Cindy is looking for hers. I think you found it for her. And yes it is bloody hot.

Lani I think I know who owns that cat. Cindy is looking for hers. Maybe you could email it to her. /,) And yes it is damn hot.

I hate humidity. I thought it was bad in Chicago until I went to New Orleans last year. Oh. My. God. Y'all living in the South have my sympathies! And Lani, the whole Bob thing? I have a couple of gals that I work with and we are right there with ol' Bob. I cannot be around them without us all rolling around in the gutter together. In fact, we don't stop at the gutter--usually we just tumble directly into the cesspool and wallow around for awhile! Yes, we are bad! I don't know what it is, but we just can't be in the same conversation together without it getting dirty... It's pretty funny, actually, especially since I am not afraid to "go there", if you know what I mean! Yes, there. (I know I am having a good day when I can get my big guy friend to spit water out his nose--yep, that is a successful day!) Sorry to hear about the sticky weather. It's lovely here in Idaho, away from all that heat in California... You should try it sometime!!