Freaky Friday

I know it's been awhile since I've blogged, and instead of offering you a million excuses about why, I will instead dazzle you with some scientific fact, which, I believe, will also inform you as to why I haven't been around.















It's too hot. TOO HOT. Here in central Texas we've been having a wee bit of a heat wave that started 3 weeks ago and hasn't let up. Temperatures have been in the 100s every single day. Yesterday it was 106. I am not making this up. It's fricking hot here. It's too hot to blog. It's too hot to breathe. It's too hot to do anything. Really.

This is the end of my third week of summer vacation. It hasn't been a total waste, though. I mean, I have kept busy.















I've been busy taking pictures of Sam.















That dog is ridiculous.




















And I even tried to get the dogs to wear my reading glasses long enough so I could snap a pic.






























The crazy times never end around here, let me tell you. Dog in glasses!! Whoo. What's next.

I must have been temporarily insane yesterday because I attempted to clean out the Cowboy's closet. The Cowboy and I, thank the Lord above, have separate closets. Mine is organized, tidy and neat (most of the time). The Cowboy's is the exact opposite. But worse. The Cowboy's looks like a land mine went off in there. It looks like North Korea dropped a bomb in there. It's just piles on top of piles on top of piles on top of mismatched shoes and socks and boxes and ammo and papers from 1997 and wires and broken hangers and a bottle of something suspicious looking that may have been wine 10 years ago but now who the hell knows.



















It's a mess.



















But, he wanted to find a particular t-shirt that he owns, because tomorrow we are driving to Houston to watch the Houston Astros play the Detroit Tigers (his team vs mine, in other words) and although he's got about 20 Astros shirts (and I know this because I found every last one of them in there yesterday), he had to have this particular shirt. And because I'm a nice girlfriend, and am bored out of my ever loving mind, I decided to tackle the closet and find that shirt.



















I've also been reading quite a bit because, obviously, that requires minimum movement, so I've knocked quite a few books off my summer reading list. And I've been working on my tan.



















Today is me and The Cowboy's Anniversary (hence, the reason for the trip to Houston) and he surprised me with flowers this morning - delivered to the house after he left for work.



















My favorite - Calla Lilies!

So I went to the Super Special Cupcake Store and bought these bad boys.















They are almost too pretty to eat, but I'm sure we'll find a way. S'mores, Strawberry Cheesecake and Toffee Chip. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

But I suppose the biggest news of the past 24 hours, what everyone is talking about, and what I wouldn't feel right about including, would be the death of a pop icon.


















Say what you will about him, and all jokes aside (and I've even heard some good ones about his death, not even 24 hours later), he was an amazing entertainer. At least back when he was in his hay day. Every little kid I knew growing up had the Thriller tape and idolized Michael Jackson. The man was not without his problems, who among us is, he just happened to be more in the spotlight than the rest of us. Well that, and perhaps he was a bit sick in the head. But that guy could sing and dance. And in his death I suppose we should focus on the good he did in the world, and the music that affected and shaped my childhood. Rest in peace, Michael.

Hope everyone has a great, not 105 degree weekend, and this includes me, but alas that will not be possible because we'll be in Houston where, if you can believe it, it's even HOTTER than Austin. I might melt! Go Tigers!