the heat index was 112 today when the boys and i decided to stop – mid road trip – and hang out at a zoo for a few hours.
one hundred and TWELVE.
we ate snow cones and put pink lemonade ice cubes down our shirts. even though that would make us sticky for the rest of the road trip.
the zoo idea was a good decision, even with the temperature.
the ice cubes were a good decision, even with the icky stickiness.
the snow cones were a good decision, even though i generally object to their existence.
i’m only blogging because i put my pillow through the wash by mistake and it isn’t quite dry yet. i cannot possibly go to bed without it. i cannot possibly go to bed with a damp pillow, either.
and so here we are.
there’s also a large spider in the bathroom. as long as i’m telling you the fascinating details of my life right this second instead of sleeping.
since the spider slaying boys were asleep already, i sprayed the spider with oxyclean laundry stain fighter stuff.
and it’s waaaaay tougher on stains than it is on large spiders.
there’s a very large spider, with a slight limp (thanks, oxyclean), who has crawled into the basket of clean towels in the bathroom now.
that terrifies me.
i’ll wash the whole thing tomorrow and hope i don’t see it.
better yet, i’ll ask one of the boys to do it.
mmmm. am. so. tired.
there’s also a fly. here. in the bedroom.
i wish the spider felt well enough to eat the fly. but it probably doesn’t.
i messed with the food chain, there, and this is the consequence.
when it’s 112 in various parts of the state, the bugs come INSIDE.
and that’s just not right, either.