I am not a warm weather person, never have been never will be. So what the fuck am I doing living in central Texas!?
Well, my husband decided to move here for a job and I could divorce him or go with him. So here I am. Sweating. Inside. With the AC blowing. Along with a fan pointed at me. Sweating.
I really hate sweating! Little riverlets running down your back into the crack of your butt, which is doing it's own sweating. Until you are sitting on a damp chair. And wishing you lived in Alaska.
NO wait there is a very long day up there. This might not be good as I am also a night owl. And when it's dark in Alaska it's too cold to go out and play.
Here in Texas it does get cold for about 5 days. And we have at least one ice storm a year, which is highly intertaining. People here have no idea how to drive on the ice. They drive at the posted speed limit or above. There is much slidding and crashing into one another. One year between 8 and 10 am, there were 864 wrecks.
I personally saw people using their brakes as though the streets were dry. Slamming the brakes at a stop sign just makes the car spin round and round. Idiots!
These kind of days I stay home and watch the circus. The 100+ days of summer I stay home and watch my grass get crunchy and yellow, because there is water rationing and I can only water my grass on Thursday and Sunday 7 to10 am and 7 to10 pm.
We have to do this because some political asshole sold our water rights to the rice farmers farther downstream. WTF?!?!?
Well I'm going to move to another room and take my fan with me. Snort!
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