Babies, it's hot.
It's the kind of hot that I hate --that sticky, humid, sometimes-its-raining-sometimes-its-not kind of heat that makes you feel like you're walking underwater.
Or maybe that's just me.
I slept too late for church today (I've been a grand total of ONE time so its not as though I'm a regular, but still). I did walk my no-makeup self to the farmers market to get some eggs and I thought about some asparagus but I still have no idea how to really cook it so I didn't get any. No red potatoes today, although plenty of sweet potatoes, but again, I have no clue how to cook them.
And besides, I have plenty of food in my fridge to tide me over this week -I made a batch of chili because I'm that weirdo that likes to eat chili all year long, even when its hot outside. I made homemade spaghetti sauce and froze most of it after I had one dinner, so that'll keep for awhile.
I have fresh eggs now, and bread, and peanut butter for my lunches and it's my goal to not eat out at all this week. I have eaten out wayyyy too much while on the road.
I play softball at 5:30 today, and part of me is tempted to skip it. I know I'll have to play catcher, and stand up and squat back down at least three hundred times and in 93 degree heat, I'm not sure I'll be able to do it without falling over from heatstroke :)
Ahh but. I know I will go, even though I may threaten to stay home. And I will love it, I'm sure, sticky-sweetness and all.