Nothing like giving a presentation to 40 blank faces. Back at work I am.
The KoolKing  is pretty nice, I must say. Makes us nicer too.
At least me.
I bitch way less when I don’t have sweat running down my back. But other than that… damn this slab of concrete, desert town. I’m over it. It makes me be over summer too.
How ‘bout some snow now? 

We AC:ed it

Sanity comes to the reasonable prize of $109.
I was not build for heat.
Hello KoolKing, welcome to our home.

Back in Pocat-Hell-o

Another forest fire today. The 28^th must be a bad date for fires.
Anyways, I picked up crocheting.
This means Dylan can insult me and call me grandma and craft rat and stuff like that and still harvest the fruits of my labour. I’m currently working on a scarf for him. Although it looks more like a rug since I kind of derailed and lost count and it’s becoming huge. I worked on it most of the drive down from north Idaho and it was sweaty as hell having it on my lap.
The apartment is also sweaty.
Cheese would melt.