You know what's not fun when the weather turns warm and the patio umbrellas are dusted off? HAVING TO WORK. No, that's definitely not fun. Granted the paycheck to make patio drinks at least financially possible isn't so bad, but couldn't I have both? The money and the steady flow of free time? Could one of you very smart and talented women figure that out for me? I'll be over here, lounging on the couch, ignoring the dishes and the dust bunnies and the many laundry piles. Obviously I'll be fairly preoccupied while you're thinking things through for me.
But, in all seriousness, it's officially summer in Texas what with the scattered thunderstorms and the sweltering, miserable heat and the sweating when you check the mail and the sweating when you walk to your car and the sweating when you STAND STILL. Oh and there's also the insane---and often random---tornadic weather to break up the suffocating heat. I went to lunch yesterday with a co-worker and while we stood in line to order our tasty Baker Brothers' sandwiches the sky darkened and the lights began flickering and a few customers started FREAKING THE EFF OUT. I kept mumbling, "Power, please don't go out before I've ordered my Sonoma Chicken sandwich." We ate our lunch with trees bent at right angles just outside the window and rain pounding down. (Oh, and a metal newspaper stand blowing through the parking lot.) When we finally left, nearly an hour later, the skies had cleared and it was barely drizzling. Oh, Texas. You certainly keep us on our toes, don't you?
Moving on to BlogHer clothes because where else would we move on to, really? I stopped at GAP before dinner tonight and tried on this dress and immediately fell in love with it. What do you think?
In this color, of course.
So, awkwardly moving on from that pretty dress, do you know what I watched last night? Tori & Dean: Home Sweet Hollywood. Also---and this is going to shock you even more than me sitting through an hour of a show centered around Donna Martin---I kind of enjoyed it. I think that has something to do with the lack of other television options this summer or how far away the remote was at the time but I may have even laughed at a point or two. She's a silly wreck, obviously, but kind of endearing too.
Finally---and I really can't imagine not sharing this with you all---Mike has wrapped a rope around our back doorknob and has constructed this sort of haphazard pulley-type-thing to try and teach Molly how to open the back door on her own to let herself out back. And, people, SHE HAS ALMOST FIGURED IT OUT. I'm not gonna lie, I'm rather ridiculously proud of her right now. I'll try and take a video when she masters the trick---right after I remind Mike to add "teach her how to fetch us beer" to his list of to-dos.