That pretty much sums up my entire day for the last 12 hours of functioning as a human being. But boy was I ever H*U*N*G*R*Y by lunch time. I left home at 0645, walked to my gig in a nice — much much cooler temps, then the squelching 109 degrees — breeze and by my lunch time … it was HOT! HOT! and HOT! Blech.
Lunch consisted of 1 cup of homemade cabbage and kidney bean soup that my mom made — I think it’s one of those “diet” soups but it sure tasted delish.
My days are so foggy and running together with my boring one cups after one cups of blah soft food options … I had something else but seriously folks, I cannot recall it right this very second. But that didn’t fill me up either. Then I swear it only got a lot hotter walking back. Crikey!
I was fine in the afternoon with the exception of eating some forbidden popcorn — it was part of our Thacky-Wacky Thursday and I had two very small pieces of cake. Or adding them together, one decent size scoop into the ole pie hole. Yeah, I wasn’t proud of it but dang, I was hungry.
My delightful mamma called me from Nashville to check in …. that was the highlight of my entire day! She’s at a convention and told me she’s hoarding a lot of ink pens and highlighters and other goodies for me. Yippeeee-yahooozeeeee!!! I love free mindless crap!!!! [Hoarding = getting free crap at trade show booths for bankers]
So to walk off the two pieces of cake, eating the forbidden popcorn and eating the extra cup of whatever at lunch, I put on my turtle back pack and hoofed my body up to the Post Office in PANTS from work.
Normally, I would have stopped off at home to put on shorts to be a bit cooler. And by cooler, I don’t mean like FONZIE cool … but cool as in, not so suffering-hot-like.
I really do not know how Laura Ingalls ever survived living here on the prairies. Seriously, growing up in the Dakota Territory, I never put much thought into the heat. Or survival of it. But poor Laura, Mary and Carrie…Ma & Pa Ingalls. In those heavy petticoats, long dresses, the bonnets! Oh My!
I did myself proud for supper. I had a chicken salad wrap. Or, I slopped chicken salad onto a tortilla and attempted to roll it up nicely like the restaurants do and failed miserably. So basically I ate my chicken salad as a “soft taco” without it being heated up and most of it came out onto my plate.
Still, I feel guilty for the stuff I purposely shoved into my face so I plan on getting on my recumbent bike and spinning the wheels while I watch the embarrassing “Big Brother.”
Girl Scout promise that I will NOT repeat today!!!