How do you know it's the dog days of summer other than the fact it's three hundred degrees outside? I'll tell ya....you can't think of a single thing worth discussing. Not Chelsea's dress, not Lindsay's jail exit for rehab, zero. And you'd talk about anything to keep from having to go clean out your refrigerator. And I do mean anything. It's not the fridge itself that's bad...it's that vegetable drawer that really gets me. You just never know what's grown fur, gotten squishy, or turned a color not intended in nature, since the last time you opened that drawer. And, yes, I do open it fairly frequently it's just that bad things happen overnight, in the dark, in there. Zucchini does some really weird morphing and lettuce?? Noooooo. That's just wrong.
I think I'm going to wait until my best pal, Senora Maria, comes this afternoon so we can gab while she irons and I can do the dirty deed then. Distraction is good when you have to do something icky. And there's safety in numbers. Yep....that's the plan.
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