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I'm Hot

Summer has started early here it seems.

For the record, I am not pleased. It's hot. It's not supposed to be 90 degrees here in May.

No, it's not. This violates all the laws of....well, the laws to which I adhere. It's awful and it's hot and it's not right. Did I mention the whole awful thing?

So hubby decides to mow the lawn. At noon. High Noon. You know, when the sun is supposed to be hottest. The man is courting a stroke. I was in our bedroom, air conditioning running full tilt, playing a game of Nintendo with Ally when he texts me and says to come look out the front window upstairs. This is what we saw:

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Aha! I knew it! He wasn't mowing, he'd forced our daughter to do it for him! Shame, shame, shame!

Ok, she was doing it of her own free will. She's still young enough to think things like that are an enjoyable experience in high heat and humidity.

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  1. Whitesnake3:48 PM

    Still using child labour huh!
    what a strange world we live in :-)

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  2. Kindness12:11 AM

    I must agree with you Pammy... you are totally hot! :)

    I have tried and tried to get my hubby to switch to desert landscaping in the backyard but he, like your sweet daughter, continues to find mowing the lawn in Arizona summers pleasurable... either that or he is a total masochist.

    Hugs and hope you are doing well!

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  3. Dave7:33 AM

    Well, one might suggest that it's people with huge cars and air conditioning that are causing global warming so they only have themselves to blame.

    But of course, I'd never suggest such a thing.

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  4. Unknown4:19 PM

    Steve, yes. Yes we are. Child labor, especially within the family, saves us tons of money and time.

    Kindness, you're sweet. I'm definitely hot, just not in that way. I'm more crypt-keeper-ish of late.

    Dave, no, you'd never say such things and that's one of the things we love about you.

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