It has been really hot here. Like, hot enough that I am getting all irritated about the part where one of the perks to moving to L**** was supposed to be how it's cooler in the summers. COOLER, Logan. Not freaking 90+ degrees in June. Humph.
Anyway, meet my clothesline, because that's just how much closer I am now to being Laura Ingalls Wilder. And if the grasshoppers keep messing with my garden I guess we'll pretty much be the same person before too long. Watch this space to see if I start filling my kitchen drawers with sugar and flour, all Almanzo-style.
Get this: The first thing I hung up today was a blue bedsheet and by the time I finished putting up the rest of the clothes that thing was DRY, I kid you not. Did not even realized that clotheslines could rule that hard.
The Parks & Rec* quote from the title is a reference to an unfortunate sunburn I received while out weeding in the vegetable garden. I didn't realize I was showing any skin and thought the subsequent irritation was from the tag of my new yoga (read: have never been yoga'd in) pants. Wasn't until GH pointed out that I had a sunburn that I found a mirror to check it out. What I found looked like a hot pink thong top rising up from the waistline of my pants. Only instead of trashy lingerie it was burned flesh. Awesome.
Another recent highlight: The Dark Lord's first funnel cake, sampled at the Summerfest celebration just before The Time of Diseased Hands, Feet, and Mouth.
He was a fan.
Summerfest, though, is kind of a funny thing. Unless there is a good band playing (there wasn't on the night we went) it's really just you wandering around looking at art booths. It feels like a lot of the art is somehow cowboy themed, which isn't really my thing. I've never purchased anything. And yet, we always go. So it really ends up being more, like, mild walking exercise cancelled out by carnival food.
* This line is just one of about a bazillion reasons why you should be watching Parks & Rec. I know, I know, you probably caught a couple of episodes in Season 1 and saw nothing to keep you there. That's what I thought too. So just start with Season 2 and then once you are completely hooked and devoted you can go back and watch Season 1. It's all on Netflix. You will thank me. This show is eighteen million times funnier than anything else NBC keeps trotting out (or, as in the case of The Office, dragging in while flies and vultures circle overhead).