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"I am not going to do well in the afterlife..."


Hot. Roasting. Humid. I am not built for heat (if anyone knows what I am built for, please let me know...). But let me tell you this heat is horrible.

We've got 3 air conditioners sucking the money right out of my wallet...oh God, I am starting to sound like Mr. Walker...Just kidding Ed.

It reached 100 here yesterday and today doesn't look much better. Appartenly, curses can come true. This guy I may or may not have cut off over the weekend said, "go to Hell". Weather wise, I think I am there.

Do you know what is better than someone complaining about the heat? Me neither.

Fun Kid News:
Ian drew two pictures of note this week; showcase his good and evil sides:
  • the good: He drew a picture of an angel (complete with detailed wings) and named it Miss Corina (one of his teachers).
  • The other: He drew a picture of all his teachers inside a jail cell and said it was them stuck at school. Interesting metaphor. Or is that an analogy. Cripes I don't remember.
Reagan is at camp misusing her snack money to buy toys that light up. Fantastic. A shop-a-holic I am raising. Well, at least she'll have a great shoe collection, just like her old man...

stay cool.

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