Temperature inside my house as I type this.
I don't know how many of you I've actually met in person [probably 100% (hi mom!)...ha, this isn't Pioneer Woman!]. So you all probably have sometime experienced what I am about to describe.
Here's the deal: the vibe I try to effuse (is that the right way to use that word?) whenever possible is that of a laid-back person. Like, I try so hard.
I like laid-back people. How things don't ruffle their feathers. How their schedules are flexible and full, all the same wonderful time. They roll along, with a smile on their face, unfazed by everything.
So...I work really really hard to be this way a lot of the time--but it just doesn't seem to "take." Despite my best efforts, I can just get so worked up over things.
I'm starting to think you're either born with it or you're not. [Alas, my parents seem to have given all of their laid-back genes to my Sister and Brother.]
Our air went out a week ago Tuesday. We haven't been able to stay here much (save three nights when it was blissfully cool)...too hot. And I've been pretty annoyed.
But now, as I type...the air guys are here making the necessary repairs, Mother Nature is watering my new grass for the first time (no rain for weeks!!!), husband is studying his little heart out, and I am about to go on another date with those delightful Gilmore Girls.
It's all okay. And Autumn is a'comin. And we have a cat.