Did I say it felt like summer? Silly me. I thought I could get away with wearing flip flops today but gave up partway through the morning when my feet started turning blue. I have memories of a distant summer, the summer of 1992. It was the year of the cold summer, the one where our garden veggies turned white because the nights were too cold. I would recall only two hot and humid days that entire summer. It was the year we bought seven half-price airline tickets and took our five children on a three week vacation to New Mexico. I vowed to move to Albuquerque if we ever had another summer like that. I'm hoping I don't have to rent a truck...
I opted not to take "the wild ones" over to Bethany's yard sale. I had a flashback to last week's visit to Target and realized that our presence might be more of a hindrance than a help. Simon decided not to be quiet during rest time... He did not get a cookie for an afternoon snack. I warned him and he laughed. Guess he thought I was kidding. I wasn't.
Would you believe I am wrapped in an afghan? I have shoes and socks on but my feet are still cold. For heaven's sake, it isn't snowing or anything! What I'd really like to do is submerge myself in a tub of hot water or crawl under my bed covers. What I probably should do is hop on the treadmill and get my blood pumping... Ah... maybe I'll have one of those cookies instead. (ha ha!)
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