Whatever happened to warm sunny days?

In case it has escaped your notice, it has not escaped mine, summer is over. No more warm sunny afternoons. No more walking through the green grass, in bare feet. The grass is brown and all crispy now. Also, its too damn cold to be barefoot!

Im thinking I want to build (ie;make Gary build) a huge dome over our house, and backyard. So that no snow gets in. Or cold bitter winter wind. And the cats can go out, and lay in the warmth. You might have noticed, that I did not include the front yard. It can snow there. So I can have my winter, if I want it. I dont think I am asking for the impossible here. I do not want to wait until June for warm sunny days again.

Random.... plus 1

I promised random... here goes...

I overheard a conversation at work last week. Actually, since I joined in, I dont think it really qualifies as "overheard". Not that it matters. Anyway...... it was between two ladies, discussing how seldom they use deodorant.

WHAT?!?!?

I was, for a lack of better phrasing, grossed out.

They were talking about how one of them, never (as in not a single say, ever) uses deodorant. (*gag*) And the other said, only once in awhile.

Seriously?

Seriously.

I thought basic hygiene required deodorant, if you were past puberty. Sweat glands do not produce pleasant summery perfumes. No matter who you are. *gag*

It grosses me out. And I have to work with them. Ewww.

Its raining outside (which, I might add, is a ton better than it raining inside. Promise). Now, normally, I love the rain. I love the way it smells afterwards, the sounds of it on the roof. Watching it. I love it all.

Except.

My windshield wipers are apparently political. They are refusing to work. They keep blowing a fuse. So, driving in the rain.... not so great actually.

I am crossing my fingers and hoping for a drought. Its not looking good though.

Cat hair. Its my enemy today. Liza has barbered herself, again. And there are a gazillion piles of black hair all over the carpet. *sigh* Maybe she needs kitty xanax during the summer. Maybe I do too.

Is next month REALLY August?

I was blindsided this morning. Right out of the blue. My sister informs me that next month is August, and almost time for me to think about working on my Christmas cards. August?? How in the hell did that happen?? It would have been different had it came gradually... you know, one month at a time.. But, all of a sudden, its next month! Crap..

I usually have Chikkinmas ideas running out of my brain by now. This year, my brain is on vacation. It is thinking of house remodeling. It didnt have time, or the extra space, to think of Chikkinmas too. Days either need to stop going by so damn fast... or someone needs to give me ideas for chikkins... Either way, Chikkinmas is going to be a crap shoot if I dont do something soon!!!