*I have passed away from heat exhaustion and am writing this from my grave, which is air conditioned.
Texas, why are you so hot? Why do you burn me when I try to touch the steering wheel of my car? And how come you never seem to dip below 80 degrees, even at night?
I would like to go outside for more than ten minutes this summer. I would like to walk from my car to my office without sweating through my shirt. I would like to leave things in my car without fear of them melting. Is that too much to ask?
Texas, you’re a hot mess. And now I am too.
End of rant. Roll credits.
Last week we drove down to San Antonio for my friend Ruth’s art show. She is so talented! Here is her website ;p
It was my first time in San Antonio and I really liked it. The architecture was beautiful and I learned a lot about the Alamo, which is important, seeing as I’m a Texan now!
That face is the face of an employed woman! I got a job, folks. A real, grown-up job with benefits and money and stuff. I will leave it frustratingly vague because #privacy, but now you know why I haven’t had time to blog– because looking for a job was a full-time job! Done and done. That’s a wrap.