Greetings from the surface of the sun.

*wipes away cobwebs*
*vacuums up dead bugs"

Um, hai. I'm still alive, barely, as every time I step outside I stop breathing from the oppressive heat. So that's fun. It's so hot that I've stopped worrying about keeping my pasty, white body fat covered in jeans, even the capri pants are not cool enough, and have been running around in very little more than a jog bra and nylon shorts. It's that hot people - I don't even care anymore.

It's so hot I paid the neighbor kid to mow my lawn this morning, because I figured writing him a check for $35 is better than the $100 for the ambulance plus 80/20 after $500 deductible I would be paying for my husband to mow it tonight. Happy Father's Day late, honey.

So, I leave tomorrow morning for a nice jaunt down to Little Rock, Arkansas with the teenage youths from church. We will be learning what it's like to live in a third world country for a couple of days. And just to make the experience even more real, it will be around 100 degrees while we're there.

(Am kind of wishing I could pay the neighbor kid $35 to go for me.)

BRB.