Hot and Sticky

1. It rained 1,462 drops of rain last night. That's just enough rain to make the pavement wet. When the pavement's wet and the sun hits it, it produces just enough steam to make it SO.HOT.I.CAN.BARELY.BREATHE. Hot, sticky, and nauseated, that's what I am. Which brings me to my quandry: I think God put Husband in the wrong place when he was born. I think he was supposed to either be a Russian or an Eskimo. Because he's just as adverse to this weather as I am. And he's furry. Although I would really rather have him be an Eskimo because if he were Russian he would have to drink vodka and that would make him smell bad.

2. The sweet thing about the rain storm last night was when the thunder shook the house at 2 am, Husband reached over and rubbed my back because he knows how much house-shaking-thunder scares me.

3. Ummm...whomever is in charge of Facebook needs to check up on the Facebook virus. Every time I log in on any computer, a virus pops up. I don't appreciate it. Husband has banned me from Facebook at home for a couple of days and it's really cramping my style. Because I'm addicted. Which is funny because I signed up for Facebook just over a year ago to stalk ONE PERSON (I can't even remember who it was). I never thought I would log into it like seven times daily. I blame it on my boring job. And the fact that I'm also on level 25 in Farm Town.

4. Dear EA SPORTS People, Thank you for bringing so much excitement and joy to Husband's life with the release of College Football 2010 for the xBox 360. Seriously. He's been looking forward to it's release as long as I've been looking forward to Harry Potter. And, he let me in on the best news about the 2010 version last night. There's an easy level- like for those of us who are so uncoordinated that if a game takes more than one button, we totally can't play it. That means there may be some BYU/Texas A&M smack downs goin' on down to the Peters' household. Nothing would make me happier than to beat Husband at his own game. Even if it is on the easy level.

5. Four more massage classes. YAY YAY YAY.