I hate summer, I hate summer, I hate summer.....Did I mention how I hate summer? It takes every ounce of energy I have to go outside during the summer. That is why my car has hardly any miles on it...
I have the summertime blues. Don't know what kinda pick-me-up I need, maybe some vitamin B12 shots would help out. I think I will ask my doctor for sure. This heat will suck the life right out of you!
On top of that, it doesn't help that Mr. Camel and I are CRANKY because the baby is CRANKY. This is the first time she has ever been cranky so we really shouldn't complain I suppose, but I'm gonna anyway...
She has had fever this week, only one day of fever, we managed to "nip it in the bud" real quick like. She is teething, so of course to be expected. But she has been so whiny and so miserable this week, especially you know say right at around 2am....LUCKY US! We both get up, because believe me it takes both of us to get the job done to calm her down. Lately she don't want to wait one second for a ba-ba. She wants it NOW...NO I MEAN NOW!!!!! She will make herself sick from screaming so loud that she will almost throw up!! This is a new 'tude, but hopefully one that won't be staying around long. And speaking of her bad 'tude....
This weekend we had a friend over for dinner, Tony. I haven't seen him for a couple of years now, a shame we don't make more time for each other. I made Italian for dinner. I was so excited to see him that I only took a picture of the appetizer, my bruschetta:
After about a year there, we both quit our jobs and moved on to U-Haul where we worked for years and years together in accounts payable, the night shift. We have watched each other go through an awful lot over 28 years. We have traveled many places, seen lots of things together. I think I have vacationed with him more than anybody else in my life. Probably our best vaca was a trip to California when we stayed at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel:
I wanted to ring the door bell, but I was too dang scared.
Now I don't want ya'll to get the idea that we were hanky-pankyin. It wasn't that type of party, if you get my drift. Tony is a PROUD gay man, and I am PROUD of Tony. He calls me his, "hag." And I'm proud to be his "hag." Gay men make the bestest girlfriends!
Tony and I go as far back as standing in line at Dillards at Park Central Mall to buy the first ever "Guess" T-shirts. Lordy Jesus, I'm old! I still have mine. I don't wear it anymore, I retired it years ago to the back of the closet. I pulled it out to take a pic for ya...NOT even so much as a hole in sight of my FIRST Guess shirt after 25+ years:
|GUARD KITTY ON DUTY♥|