Now that it's 105 degrees outside, I will remain in my house until October. Summer hibernation, if you will. Do not be fooled! September is not a fall month in Texas.
Now that it is hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk, I want to shake some sense into the Gap and Anthropologie for displaying all the cute sweaters and wool skirts and rubbing it in. I have my eye on a yummy patent leather purse at Gap. Hopefully the stars will align soon and I will miraculously find myself in Anthropologie with my mom. I got to commune with their fall line last Friday and lets just say I was abundantly blessed.
Now that it's 105 degrees outside and I have dedicated myself to becoming a household object, I am done slathering sunscreen on my face. Thank You, Lord, because I have had some high octane acne from my SPF 45 Neutrogena moisturizer. These things just shouldn't be!
Now that my makeup melts off before I even get Jackson buckled into his carseat, I really shouldn't be making soup. But I'm craving winter white chili! Tonight's the night!
Now that stepping outside makes me wonder where my oxygen mask is, I am no longer jealous of prego ladies I see in their cute summer maternity tops. My maternity wardrobe consisted of sweaters, so naturally I've been wondering if the grass is greener on the other side. Note to self, look out the front door and see that the grass is brown - very brown - on the other side. They must be miserable. I can't imagine lugging around Jackson in this heat with a sizable bun in the oven. Although my prego girlfriends make it look so easy! (Just in case I have led anyone astray by my talk of maternity clothes, I am not expecting.)
Now that it is 105 degrees outside, I keep thinking, "Lord Jesus, come quickly!"
Just for fun, here's a pic of my baby one year ago.