Where's the Ice

I hate this. It got up to 103 today with a heat index of 108. 108! One, zero, eight. I can't take this much longer - I hate heat. My asthma hates heat. My a/c hasn't gone off once today. Not to mention that the kamikaze caterpillars are back. Yeah, made my summer. It's too hot to cook - almost too hot to think about eating. Did I mention that it was hot? 108. And there's no relief in sight. Oh, wait. Towards the end of the week we may plummet to the cool temp of 99! Be still my heart. If I could figure out how to do it, my big ol' chair and I would be sitting in the freezer right now. My kingdom for an igloo. The kamikaze caterpillars seem to enjoy it though. Another reason to hate them. I opened the front door today and had one fall on my hand - yuck! I did see a big whooly black caterpillar the other day - means a hard winter. Football is starting. The state fair is in September. School starts in about a week. What do those three things mean? Fall. Cooler temps. Around the corner. Please let it be around the corner. Did I mention that I hate heat? Why Bailey, why are you still in Texas? I asked myself the same thing today when the little temp thingy on my toolbar turned red. Money. That's why I'm stuck in this hell-hole they call summer. 108!



On the brighter side, I forgot to mention that Raine nominated me as a Rockin' Girl Blogger. I'm really honored. I, on the other hand, can't seem to make a decision so I'm not nominating anyone. I know, party pooper. But it's too hot! I'm too hot! Oh please Fall, get here soon ...

Kamikaze Caterpillars

I have these little webs in my tree; I get them every year, but this year is different. This year they spawned these little caterpillars that fell from the tree, covered my car, the ramp, everywhere. They’ve never done this before. Normally, this wouldn’t bother me too much because they’re harmless, but that doesn’t mean I want them on me. It was bad enough sitting on the porch swing smoking and having to watch my feet in case one crawled up there, but now I have to contend with Kamikaze Caterpillars. You heard me. Kamikaze Caterpillars. They crawl up to the ceiling of the porch and then dive bomb me. I could swear they can see me and are doing this on purpose. I imagine them laughing at the poor human being swinging here and there to avoid having one of them fall on her. And I’m sure the neighbors are wondering just what am I smoking. Tell me that the lifespan of a caterpillar isn’t long. Tell me that this will end soon. Or I’m getting a helmet.