Rick's Tuesday Picture

It's stifling hot today and you can see the heat waves squiggling off the driveway. The front door knob is hot to touch and I darn near burnt my hand when I picked up the metal sprayer on the water hose. Whenever it gets like this I feel as if I am in a Clint Eastwood spaghetti western--the heat, the dust--and I expect to hear that signature whistle at any moment. The rest of the week is supposed to be in the 100+.

Today I rented "He's Just Not That In To You." Rick doesn't really care for chick movies so I tend to watch them when he is out of town, which is just about the only positive of his constant traveling.

I got Eric outside this morning at 7:00 am, but brought him back in at 11:30 am. He has slept all day. I know I won't get him to go outside in this heat, so I am prepared to be cleaning the kitchen floor a few times before my day it over.

Rick's Tuesday Picture is similar to one of yesterday's. The reason is that Katie did the same thing she did yesterday. She removed the couch cushions and hopped on them. Lately Katie does not like me styling her hair but I got her some new, fancy ponytail holders today and she was anxious to try them out.


That's about it for now. Yesterday I had a lot to say, but today I'm a little brain numb. Katie had me up at 6:30 am when I had only gone to sleep at 2:00 am. (I don't sleep well when Rick is out of town.) Ciao.