For the old timers, I'm sure you have heard the expression, "Sweating to the Oldies", an exercise regimen from previous years courtesy of Richard Simmons. (who??). Today I spent sweating in the garage, on reports and other sundry. It was beastly out, high humidity near 90 degrees. Now....add a suit jacket..and you have found me. My first report occurred as the shift started. I was out there a second time for a set of lost keys. Good Grief! I needed a shower before I was half way through my workday. Humidity and my uniform do not get along. ( not even mentioning the hair explosion. My hair, as it has gotten longer is curly..don't ask me why, I don't know.)
After work I had laundry to do, since this was an extra day. Two washing machines down made me bug bait for an extended period of time. The damn bugs seem worse this year than last, not sure why, maybe the perfect storm of moisture and heat. I hate bugs, and I am sure they do not like me. bugs, Bugs, BUGS!!
I open the door and Gilligan has something to play with for a few minutes...lol.
But I survived, to live and swat another day.
grrrr..k
After work I had laundry to do, since this was an extra day. Two washing machines down made me bug bait for an extended period of time. The damn bugs seem worse this year than last, not sure why, maybe the perfect storm of moisture and heat. I hate bugs, and I am sure they do not like me. bugs, Bugs, BUGS!!
I open the door and Gilligan has something to play with for a few minutes...lol.
But I survived, to live and swat another day.
grrrr..k
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