Seems like only yesterday, we were ALL complaining about the cold, or the cataclysmic aftermath of Snowpocalpyse 2011 and our not being able to get to CVS, before running out of milk and/or coffee, am I right?!?

[sound of crickets, chirping]

Riiiiiiight!!!

Welcome to Humidaggedon 2011, my friends, where makeup and the use of combustible hair products is optional (albiet, ill-advised) because, MEH, why bother, right?

Breathing is hard enough.

In fact, it's going to be Africa-hot, for the next few days (here in Jersey, anyway) and, well, looks as if my husband, Garth (not his real name) picked a really great weekend to start his summer vacation.

The pool needs cleaning.

No, seriously, we don't have any concrete plans, the pool really does need a good cleaning and the irony of my going away, to attend BlogHer, the following week (of course roundtrip SHEESH!) is lost on no one...most especially, my kids.

"Why can't we just go with you, Moooooooooooooom?"

Speaking of concrete:

Because, I am ALL about having fun and, besides, the kids were SO BORED (how bored were they?)

"Hey, you guys, grab a couple of eggs and meet me outside!"

Hope and Glen each grabbed an egg from the fridge, without question!

 [sound of crickets, spontaneously-combusting]

Okay, so our little Humidaggedon Project was a total fail.  Still.  Trust me when I tell you 37 seconds was about all we could stand, outside, before their sneakers fused to the sidewalk, or worrying about mommy's hair spontaneously-combusting, too.

Until, the sun goes down and the pool gets cleaned...or not...because, at this point, a little bit of green water isn't going to hurt anybody [cough, cough] and I'm just too gosh-darned hot (and tired) to argue.

Outdoor exposure should be limited, don't you know?

"Let's see who could swim to that patch of algae, the fastest, ready?!?"

Man, but these kids are going to miss me.

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