It is mother fucking hot here in Kansas City - hitting near 100. Ironically, I was just in Vegas last week where it was easily 105. Pshaw, you say? Vegas is a dry heat? I am still not sure what is worse, but I would lean towards arguing that humidity is worse. When it is this hot, it feels as if you are Smothering In Your Skin, as opposed to just being Baked Alive.
Folks, my Blogging Engine has no gas and there ain't no BeelzeBush coming to “liberate” me. Everyone throughout the Blogosphere is posting about their own writing woes and ever the lemming, I am jumping right in. These days are filled by playing with Arun, catching up on my ragazine cache of celebrity gossip, watching movies and trying to beat the mother flippin’ heat. Unfortunately, none of these activities provide for very compelling blog fodder and as such, I shall have to rely on my mediocre attempts at photography.
Arun loves to crawl to the front door and squash his face into the glass. How could a mother resist snapping THAT? More to follow, because I am now on the quest to get the Perfect Squashed Nose Snap. I am determined to teach my boy the fine art of Self-Deprecating Humor.
*Which actually would have been embarrassing, if you really think about it. Maybe cool on the Sopranos, but not so much in Real Life.
**We could only BE so lucky to have a need for pre-nups.