Ok, Seriously, is it just me? Or does everyone hate coming home from vacation. I mean, not the actual "Waaa, I have to go to back to my regular work" part. I'm talking about Mt. Washmore there in the laundry room, endless messages on the answering machine, and just general catching up from when you've been gone.
I guess maybe it IS just getting back to my regular work, after all.
Arizona was a blast as always. It was hot there, but apparently it was hot here, too, so I don't feel like I really missed anything in that department. And in case you were wondering (Dillon6), yes Denver did break records, and by several days, too. The streak ended at 24 days IN A ROW of being 90 degrees or hotter. Now, I know that for lots of the country, you're thinking,
"Well, it is AUGUST, you goofball. What did you expect?"
But, see, here we're known for our moderate summer climate, not to mention our afternoon thunderstorms, which generally cool things off considerably. So we get used to things like not using our home A/C, and you know, touching the steering wheel in the car, and being able to leaving pop cans out in the sun without wondering how long till they'll turn atomic bomb. That kind of thing.
But I'm back, the birds are singing, the laundry is almost done, and I've made the executive decision to NOT try to read the 300+ posts logged into my googlereader. Sorry about that. But I do have to draw the line somewhere.
After all, in my insane school district there are only 3 days of summer vacation left, and I don't feel like I've really had summer yet. I've got to go eat a popsicle or something. You know, really celebrate the season before it's over.
(Why, yes, I am a party animal. Thanks for noticing.)