Eleventy-million.

That’s how many degrees it is here outside of Boston. And it’s supposed to be hotter tomorrow and Friday. I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned it before, and I’m far too sweaty and lazy at this point to check, but I am a fall/winter girl. Theory? You can pile on sweatpants and hoodies and blankets and light fires all the livelong day, but you can’t take off your skin to feel any cooler.

Let that image sink in for a sec… there.

We have an AC unit in our bedroom window, which makes sleeping all fine and dandy, but I just hate the thought of unnecessarily cooling most of the house if we put one in the living room. Mum suggested thermal curtains in the doorways that don’t have doors, but we just haven’t gotten around to it, what with eleventy-million other things to do. Used it again.

Dan (I give up, I’m using first names now. He’s the hubby, by the way) made up a song that at least makes the situation a little funnier. The lyrics are simple for the chorus: We all live in a house with no AC, a house with no AC, a house with no AC. To the tune of “Yellow Submarine.”

Let that get all stuck in your head… there.

Boy, I’m mean in this heat.

Anywho, the way the house is set up means I am presently sitting at my computer (dang, no laptop) in the office, which is as far away from the AC as I can get while staying on this floor. There is only one bare bulb for lighting in here (not quite done moving in and locating outlets), and it’s hot as a number of unsavory metaphors. You know ‘em all.

Yep, that’s a good one.

Which means I’m not posting the “before” pictures of the transformation of the house, because it’s too damn hot and I need to shower and put myself to bed. In the AC. But when it’s not as hot as your gross metaphor, I promise I’ll share. ‘Cause I also have Early-During and Late-During photos. Oh, honey… we are nowhere near After photos yet. There’s still crap to move! Crap means it will all likely end up in the yard sale pile. Then you will get your Afters.

I promise!

Summer love

I’ll be the first to admit that summer really isn’t my favorite overall season. Shocker, I know. I love, love, love the changing New England seasons, and winter is my favorite. The lovely Meg Fowler, in her all her listing glory, has come up with another winner that I plan to steal for my own blog. She doesn’t mind.

What I love about summer

• Mini golf and ice cream at Richardson’s
• Summer dresses
• Sitting out on the porch with a cold beer (Sam Adams Summer Ale preferred) and a good book
• Margaritas
• Summer nights after hot days
• The smell of rain on hot pavement
• Grilling everything
• Ice cream all the time
• Flip flops
• Bare feet
• Sunshine
• Riding in The Jeep with the top down and doors off
• Weekend trips
• Spending time at Ossippee Lake, NH
• Going out on the boat and sitting at the sand bar all day
• The drive-in at Weirs Beach, NH
• Fans running
• Watermelon
• Stretching the office dress code (in a still-professional manner, of course)
• Windows open at night
• Tan lines
• Relay For Life
• Hammocks
• Going to the beach at night (Singing Beach in Manchester-by-the-Sea in particular)

What do you love about summer?

I’m a bad blogger…

This always happens to me, though… I start off a blog going full steam ahead with all these grandiose ideas, then I get busy and forget all about it. Whoops.

Sold the house

So in big news in my life, my parents have sold their house. They had an open house on Sunday, 5/3, from 11-3. The people who bought the house came by at 11:30, and gave an offer by noon. That’s all she wrote! I was really nervous about the whole prospect of my home being sold… after all, I’d lived there since seventh grade. For all intents and purposes, I did most of my growing up there. I’ll definitely miss it. There’s plenty of good news in this situation, though: (1) they got full asking price, (2) it wasn’t a painfully drawn-out process, (3) the family who bought it has lived in the town for years and years, and we’ve known them for a long time, (4) the huband/father of the family recently retired as the fire chief in the town, and guess what– the BF’s on the list to be a fire fighter in the town. They were all super-excited to have finally found their dream house, and there are good vibes all around. It’s a nice feeling.

Earning my paycheck

This week, I’ve felt like I’m actually earning my paycheck at work. I’ve been busy learning and experimenting on campaigns, and so far, I’m enjoying the work. I know I’ll probably get bored of it eventually, but it’s a great change for now. I got a new computer yesterday, so I’m happy as a clam. Never understood that phrase, but there you have it.

Finally found a bathing suit

I’ve been looking around in stores and online for a while trying to find a new bathing suit for the summer. I want a slightly pinup-style suit that’s both cute and functional. I wanted a halter top with a wide band under the bust and  non-tie bottoms with decent coverage. Lucky for me, Victoria’s Secret was having a 25% off sale on swimwear, and I capitalized on it. Here’s the suit I ordered, except I got the solid “dusty coral” color and scoop bottoms. I wanted the belted bottoms, but they only came in the coral pattern with white. Unnecessary note: my boobs will never look like that. Sad. I got some pants, too– these ones in sandcastle and these ones in sand dune. Linen pants are always nice in the summer, and I don’t really have any khakis, so there you have it.