Sunday Pictorial

Basically, Scott is badass for braving the heat to prep, trench, and lay the pipes for sprinklers this weekend while I was reminded how much I am not designed for manual labor. And need a pedicure desperately on those dirty hobbit-feet.

Shout out to my mother-in-law who showed up to help as well. She's a woman who works the shovel well!

The Ghetto Box

Or, another lesson in "never say never." Specifically, I'll never have a window air conditioning unit.

Time to shut your pie hole, Erin.

Although it's not in our originally intended location of the bedroom, it's going to make us utilize the office much more. Apparently this variety of air conditioning units don't work with the left to right sliding windows which we have in our bedroom. Whatevs, it's still cooler than it was and I'll still spoil my cat with it on this week when temperatures are supposed to hit 100.

I was spoiled growing up with central a/c, then I got married and moved into an Irvine Company apartment, which boasts gyms cabanas, nightlife and central a/c. I continue to pretend I'm Laura Ingalls Wilder. Sadly, the heat makes me more of a Nellie Olson.

While the boxy beast is certainly not central a/c, it cost about $5,802 less and it's cooling down the back end of the house...sorta.

It's hot.

It's hot here. The truck read 96 degrees today. And it was humid. Wah wah wah, I know I am blessed but let's just say the A/C talks are getting really serious. The hot (and humid) weather makes me cranky. In a game of would you rather I always choose freezing temps vs. hot. I'd rather be in pain with frostbite than sitting slovenly in my own sweat.

Due to the high heat I bailed on my weekly walk/hike with my sister-in-law tonight. I didn't say "how are you feeling about Mason hiking in this weather?" it was simply a no for me. So we went swimming instead. Far more fun.

Such a charmer.

He loves the water. Nothing but squeals when he wasn't busy watching the other kids in the pool.

Loves the glasses.