It doesn’t show it on the weather forecast, but sometime during the night the temperature dropped… and then it RAINED!
And yes, yes—that was BONNIE out there in the cul-de-sac this morning, running up and down the asphalt, dancing and singing in her pyjamas…
BONNIE: I’m SING-ing in the RAIN… I’m SING-ing in the RAIN! What a GLOR-ious FEELING! I’m HAP-py a-GAIN!
Yesterday I spent the day at a swim meet, where the pool was so hot, the staff tossed huge ice blocks into the water. (They melted almost immediately.)
And yesterday my mother called to tell me how she stayed inside her northern California apartment all day with the air conditioner cranking, and the inside temperature never got below 95 degrees F.
Still, we were cooler in comparison to what other California counties faced, but you can imagine how excited we Californians are now that the heat wave is officially over.
And after my little cul-de-sac jig, I had to come and peek again at a link I received from Mr. Grouchypants earlier this week, about this abundance of cuteness, this CORNUCOPIA of winsome baby love known as Katie, and her little Pound Puppy Mojo…
… ah. It does a heart good.
So today’s Super Sabado is a RELIEVED and happy Super Sabado. The end of this heat wave is nothing short of miraculous! As we sip our frosty margaritas let us peek into my blogroll and and see what other miracles await us…
THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER
Bonnie, of Bonnie Writes, who’ll take her miracles where she can find them. (And she had a birthday, too! Happy B-Day, Bonnie!)
Sandy J and I (cannot wait) are on our way to Atlanta for Nationals tomorrow morning!
Dennie of Dennie’s Thoughts, headed to the Romance Writers of America Conference in Atlanta, Georgia! Have fun, Dennie! (We’re pretty sure Kristen went there, too. Maybe you’ll meet up!)
The upshot? It’s ours and it’s beautiful. If you’re in town, call. Cocktails from five o’clock on.
M.G. of Genre Neutral, on her BRAND NEW HOME. Congrats, M.G.!
My hubby is officially OVER THE HILL!
The BIG 40!!!!
Mimi of Mimi’s Pixie Corner, celebrating Dave’s Big Day.
They fiddle, sing, look around, bite fingernails, blow their nose, drink water, play with the microphone, all an indication of nerves, and when questioned, they provide one word answers or can’t remember.
Michelle of Justitia, and the vagaries of working with young witnesses.
Father glared down and demanded, “Answer me: Yes or No!”
The kitten-blue eyes looked up at him, puzzled, and then the sweet tiny voice replied, “Yes or no…”
God, it was hard not to howl.
Bernita of An Innocent A-Blog, reminding us of the importance of clarity in expression.
The day’s foreboding weather makes me certain we will see such a storm. Then, for hours after the sky began to threaten, nothing.
Elizabeth of Plein Air Sketches, to whom we would like to apologize for stealing her rain.
Forget sex in this city; I don’t want to be near myself, let alone you (unless you are Mr. Clooney, and even then you better have ac in the limo).
Miss Snark, who is still suffering from the heat in the 212.
If I were back home and ten, I’d wait until the sun went down and jump in the pool. The sun sets best this way. I’d float on my back until the sky got black.
But dad doesn’t have a pool anymore. And I’m not ten.
Buffy of Plain Simple English, and how hot she is in her 200-year-old building across the pond.
There are some very orange pictures of the UK from space which apparently is to show just how hot we are. First , I believe them without pictures.
Podz, who would probably enjoy a dip in Buffy’s dad’s pool, too.
The London Underground is not air conditioned. Travelling by tube squashed in a super-heated tin can with above-ground temperatures of 35°C (95°F) is a *most unpleasant and sweaty* way to travel.
Mark McLellan of Gullible’s Travels, who’d rather walk, thank you.
Who knew a kid needs to pack a bullet-proof vest for a visit to Grandma and Grandpa’s house?!
TC of Fish in My Hair, whose firstborn sounds like he’s in for a wild time on his summer vacation.
Ian has been ignoring them because he’s been unable to focus on much farther than a foot away from him, and the cats have been ignoring him, well, because he’s loud, not particularly delicious, and is unable to pet them and tell they’re good kitties and give them treats.
More babyliciousness from Letters to Myself.
He won me over when he pranced around like Austin Powers during tonight’s competition. Also, according to his profile his vulnerabilies include deafness in his left ear and lactose intolerance. He also has the best catch phrase:
“Be a winner, not a weiner!”
Mr. Grouchypants, (he of the cute baby Katie) on a show called, “Who Wants to be a New Superhero?”
So it seems to me, the majority are in favour of the Chaplins all over the place, and think they are a improvement on bland looking blank spots around our City, and keep your dirty hands off the blokes responsible for them, whatever the reason.
60 and Counting, on what locals want to do about the mysterious Charlies that are popping up all over.
Time to pat me on the back– I’ve lost 4 lbs!!!!!!!!!! Only 10 more to go…..
Susan of Church of Angst, on her plan to get to her formerly sexy self. We think you’re still pretty sexy, Susan!
I’m not sure how it happened, but it did. Anyway…
April of Desperate Writer, on her involvement in a local club, a power outage, and Plan B.
Apparently my mom didn’t think that was as funny as I did.
Mel of the Smooshie Diaries, who probably needs to work on her timing, and maybe her delivery.
“We did not see anything about a speed limit” I protest.
Captain John Luc Picard, trying to smooth his way out of of a Dararian speeding ticket, and reminding us that we forgot to tell Hubby we got a ticket this week, too.
And for those of you who’ve stayed until the very end, here’s a clever update on Lassie!
Not a Good Time to read The Rime of the Ancient Mariner…
You have a wonderful looking blog; well designed.
Re: Lassie
HAHAHAHAHAHAH!
The vision of you dancing in the cul-de-sac is priceless. Thanks chica!
Ciao for now…
Those were great. That’s the best way for me to get a summary of the week. You’re tops on my list kiddo!