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Fairytales for a Practical Princess - 2008-11-30
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8:43 a.m. - 2008-07-18
I know it's the nature of blogs to be the place to park all the ranty stuff, I certainly use mine that way, but damn there was a bad moon this week. Almost every single one of my pixel people was having a rough row to hoe. Once again I wish distance were not a factor and I could just scoop everyone up and bring them here for snacks and laughs. The one thing I won't be crabbing about this week is the market. GBW is womaning the booth today as the weather forecast calls for extreme humidity and temps in the upper 90s. I am grateful that she just said straight out I was staying home today, on my way to the farm yesterday I'd been wracking my brain for a tactful way of begging off. But she knew today's heat would kill me stone dead and wasn't about to insist I commit suicide at the farmers' market. Seriously, me outside today would be a death sentence, I'd explode like a lizard on a hot rock. That being said I may leave the house anyway. I need to pick up my new glasses. But Mick is home today and he will take me. My man will first cool his pick-up truck with the A/C (Jet's A/C is busted and too costly to fix) and I will scuttle from the house into the truck. He'll then drop me off at the door and I will scuttle from cool truck into the mall where my lovely new spectacles with the pale purple frames and the wee 'jewels' on the hinges await. To leave the process will be done in reverse, including Mick cooling the truck's interior before I make a run for it from the mall. If this all sounds too spoiled drama queen for words I assure it is not. Entirely necessary. My internal temp regulator has been busted for long years now and literally the only way I can keep conscious is to stay in physically cool environments. I get too hot and down I go. Ah the irony of someone as hot-headed as me being a cold blooded animal. But then again cobras are cold blooded and they are certainly mean and bitey, maybe even meaner and bitier than I am. Shut up. Maybe. I said 'maybe'. Okay, okay! I am meaner and bitier than a cobra, I'll admit it. Happy now? Sheesh. Honestly, you people don't let me slide about anything, do you?
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