rebecca_in_blue | How do you measure a summer? In pitchers of Kool-Aid!

When I walked outside today, it was like walking into an oven. The heat was a physical thing. Literally, you could touch it. I rode my bike to and from work, and usually I pedal through at least a few cool breezes, but not today -- just block after block of hot air. I think there's something holy about the way it makes everything shimmer.

I had dinner at Grandma's house today and saw Athena and Olivia while I was there. Olivia hadn't seen Sable in a while and was very surprised at how old he'd gotten. ("How old is he? Is he going blind?") I didn't mind because she's family and she was asking politely and all, but what does piss me off is when I'm walking Sable and nosy strangers will say things like, "What's the matter with your dog? What happened to his hair?" Hello! He's 91 in dog years! We'll just see what you look like when you're 91! Nobody would ever go up to some old person and ask what happened to their hair, so why is it okay to do it to a dog?

I'll be getting a new manager soon at work. She looks a little like Kate Gosselin. Here's hoping she doesn't act like her too.

Pickle-sickles are too weird. And they made my mouth burn.