Goodbye, July

I really didn't intend for that to rhyme. But since I didn't invent the English language, I suppose I can be forgiven.

Sunday was nice - I visited with Momma. Usually we do these visits on the phone, but with Bubbles still on the fritz and dad out of the house, it was a good time to have a 2-for-1 date - good company and clean clothes. Two thoughts: Momma has mah jongg installed on her new computer and I almost wanted to knock her over so I could play. I restrained myself, but only barely. I was only over there for just over an hour and when I left, I smelled my hand, and it smelled like their place. Weird. You can decide whether smelling my hand was weird or the scent it had was weird. I'll accept your judgment.

When I got home with seventy-five dollars' worth of groceries and a basket of wet clothes, I got Fluffy going (at least I can rely on one appliance) and made myself a broccoli-and-cheese quiche and a vegetarian pot pie so I could have lunches for the week. Everyone at work was so jealous of my tasty-smelling quiche, and I know this because for just a brief instant, the aroma of reheated barbeque pork faded.

Let's hope this month I can get Bubbles fixed or replaced. If she's replaced, the new machine will be called Bubbles 2: Electric Bugaloo, or E.B. for short. Let's also hope that my campaign of strong-arming the boy to come visit me (yeah, and his folks and friends too) works. He's been talking about a visit here for a while, and since it's approximately 1000 degrees where he lives and all he has is a window unit, and although it's approximately 1000 degrees here (not including humidity) but I have central air, I think I might have the stronger argument.