Heat = Lethargy

We had a huuuge heat wave last week. I believe we got to like, 95 degrees with 54% humidity. All I did was lay in front of a bunch of fans in an attempt to cool off. In the end, I only felt like a piece overly salted chicken in a convection oven. It. Did. Nothing.

Even night time sucked. I think I slept about twenty hours Maybe a little bit more. With the majority of it done this past weekend.

So I got lazy in terms of hair care and style.  It was just too hot to do anything OTHER than wash my hair.

Believe me, I was thrilled to wash my hair an extra day in an effort to cool off. Nothing feels nicer on a hot day like a bare back covered in cold, sopping wet hair. Sadly, my hair -- which can take about six to eight hours to dry on average in this lovely part of the world -- dried in two. It sucked. Mucho cool-j. I mean, seriously, the PCs shut down from it being so hot.

I think at one point I did a super high lazy bun on top of my head and stuck two pieces of ice in it. That worked for.. like.. half an hour.

I was so lazy, I haven't even given myself a mani OR a pedi. I always have at a pedicure done. ALWAYS. Not last week. Not today even. Maybe I'll go do that once I'm finished with this blog. I want to wear sandals, its so flippin' caliente!

Despite the humidity and the heat and the overall lazyness that has taken over this household, we've managed to do some very deep cleaning despite everything.

And yes, I do know how to use an ironing board. I may not press the perfect seams but I think I do pretty damn well. Besides, I don't know how many of my friends at my age can say they know how to iron. Let alone do it in on a super hot day. (Mom, if you're reading this -- and I doubt you are, but IF you happen to find my blog -- I am in sheer awe at the amount of work  you did for our family. In absolute awe. I don't know how you did it, but I love you and thank you for it.)

Bonus: Awesome hair day. I don't know how I achieved this. I do not know how to replicate it, but by the heavens, I sure am documenting it!

PS: Hey, Mom? I know I was in the pain in the ass teenager. I know I threw unreasonable shit fits (sorry about the language) about doing chores, or waking up at a certain hour in the friggin day, but I want you to know that despite my grumbling or dragging my feet about it, I learned something. If my washing machine crashes, I wash by hand. If Jouji's shirt is missing a button, I know how to put one back on. If either one of us has an interview and we need something ironed : I KNOW HOW TO DO IT. And by god, if all I have is flour, chicken bullion, a few potatoes, a carrot and meat -- I figure out how to get two complete different meals out of it. I mean, seriously, I've no idea how you managed to get this tomboy to achieve such domesticity.

PPS: I still hate waking up in the morning though. I am nocturnal... and I begrudgingly join the land of the living.