Cheap Therapy

Ah, today it is around 90 degrees, and I am lovin' it even though we have no air conditioner in our car or in our house. It is hot, but it is summer and summer brings out the happy hormones in me. Today I am doing laundry, and it is so therapeutic. This is why...

You have to admit. This is a darn cute site. I have been hanging my laundry on the "line," which consists of some string hanging around my backyard. My dryer makes this piercing sound that makes me feel like knives are being methodically drilled into my brain, so I use it as little as possible. Steve tried to fix it, but he needs to try again. I'm just saying.

Anyway, while I was hanging my sons' cute little undies on the line (actually Amanda's are out there too, but it is my goal to continue to live, so I won't post those), I was picking peas from my pea plants, located under the socks. The peas are right next to the raspberries we have been competing for over the past month. And, if you look very closely you will see pumpkins and gourds. Last fall we smashed them out there to see if they would grow. Impressed yet. Well, I am. It is my little accomplishment in my chaotic life of wedding planning.

Grandpa George May Be Right

Tonight when Ian got out of the shower he was telling me that it took him 2 seconds to dry off and how amazed he was that his hair was already dry. I started saying how great it must be to be a guy and not have to straighten and dry your hair. He interrupted me and said, "Mom, can you put a temperature thing on the shower because I found the perfect temperature for me but probably not for you."

Oh my, this does remind me of someone I know. How about you, Arlene? Do we have another engineer in the family? Maybe Grandpa George should get him a pocket-pack thingy for his birthday. :-)

Soaked

Ian: "Mom, can you get me my swimsuit. I am soaked from hands to knees. :-)"