It is really Tuesday? It doesn't feel like Tuesday to me. More like Thursday.
Why is it when you ask your DH to do something, they always look at you like a deer in headlights? Mine left some tools on the counter, I wanted him to put them away so they might actually be found again. (lol) You would think I asked him to repaint the whole house or something.
...hmmm... actually, that is an idea. I hate the color of the house outside. 1970's, and the house was built in 1982. That tells you all you need to know about the worst purchase I've ever made.
Really, I don't dress these dogs up much - it's rare - but I think it would be freaking hilarious to get the Grumpy Princess a bikini, because she's taken to suntanning in the yard. The first time she did I thought she wasn't feeling good and started to panic, but now she keeps sprawling out in the yard and it's so funny. Usually when we go back inside, the dogs are right there like little lightning bolts because they hate the yard too, but even in the 90 degree heat, there she was gut in the air. I had to beg her to come in. I wonder if they make doggy sunscreen? LOL
...sun. It does a body good. I can't get enough of this beautiful weather! We went to go play at the park this morning before Daddy went to work. It was still a little cool, but fun. We found a new park closer to home the other day, so we can mix it up more. It's not the prettiest park, the playground has seen brighter days, but it has picnic benches so I've been packing our morning snack to eat there, and it's been a blast.
I confess... on the way home I made DH stop so I could buy some
Do you ever wonder if people look in the mirror before they leave home? I'm not talking the Mom with the carload of kids - that's a get out of jail free card every time. But people that really, really need to pay attention to what they are putting on. Like the guy with the too short shirt with the way too wide stomach. Someone needs a What Not To Wear intervention, stat. Or the lady with the very obvious too small bra where she's spilling out underneath the already questionable tank top. Or that guy, who evidently can't read the No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service sign.
Sigh. That's summer for you, I guess. Apparently, modesty gets packed away with the snowboots.