In other words, it’s getting really hot here. I’m wearing shorts and a tank top so it’s already a far-cry from early Spring. And my craving for Popsicles and ice cream grows stronger and stronger with each passing day. Luckily for us, we purchased 100 iced Popsicles. The kind that come in the little plastic tubes- the branded versions are called Otter Pops; we bought off-brand ones from Costco. I think the ones we bought contain less-healthy ingredients, but it’s water and…sugar-y syrup stuff, no matter how you look at it it’s not healthy. As for the ice cream, low-fat ice cream sandwiches are the way to go. They don’t taste low-fat, they just are.
The other part of the Summer that is love-hate is the heat. When it’s 15 below zero you wish it would be 100 degrees, but when it’s 70 degrees you dread it getting any hotter. Ugh. And of course, because Mr. Murphy and his Law always seem to rule the Universe in general, our air conditioning broke today. It wasn’t too big of a deal, since we’ve got a fan in the living room, but it’s going to get bad tomorrow, since I’m supposed to be working in my room to clean it up and set up a bunk bed for my roommate Billie and I to share. The bunk bed setup will be bad enough (even though it is from IKEA and the well-done, albeit text-less instructions, are pretty clear) but the heat is awful in my room especially. My window happens to be the only one in the house that remains without a screen and therefore really should not be opened because of flying things and fleeing cats. I have one vent that opens all the way but happens to be located directly below the window, so everything escapes out of the window- even closed.
I wanted to link to the IKEA page with the bed, but I can’t find it. For some reason, that makes me sort of sad. At the same time, I guess it makes sense. It has been six years since we bought it. Maybe more now. How old am I, seriously? I don’t fit on that twin matress anymore, that’s why I ditched the bunkbed, I needed a full size bed. Not because I really got any bigger, per se, I just toss and turn more, I guess? Getting older means I toss and turn more, that makes total sense right? I sink into the center of the bed though, it’s very soft. A lovely mattress indeed.
Sorry for the randomness readers, that’s just me being…me, I suppose. Ta’ lovelies.