1) My blog has slipped into dangerously boring territory with the lack of frequency in posting and lack of substance to recent postings. Not to mention the lack of pictures of the more adorable by the day A. I know. I'll try harder. Explanation: see #2.
2) It's hot, and the heat is sucking my brains out, zombie style.
3) It's so hot that an alarming number of my fellow sweaty Austinites are reporting symptoms of SAD. That's Seasonal Affective Disorder, typically reserved for midwesterners who've had it up to THERE with snow and staticky hair and Columbia coats. (Hi, Midwest! You know I love you!) Now, SAD has packed up and moved south to afflict those of us who have had it up to HERE with $600 electric bills, hay for grass, and daily swass (if you don't know what it is, I'm not telling you). I wouldn't say I'm in the sad SAD camp just yet, but hot damn (pun intended), if the weatherman is right and it's going to be ABOVE ONE HUNDRED for another SEVEN DAYS and then for another SEVEN DAYS after that with nary a raindrop in there for hydration, leaving me hostage inside my home with my non-heat-tolerant child....well then, I may be calling up the doc for some Lexapro. Stat.
4) The Bachelorette. I'm glad that's over. Jilly's accent was grating on my last nerve and distracting from her perfectly preppy outfits, Reid getting out of a mini van with white tennies horrified me so much I almost couldn't finish my ice cream (almost), and the sad dismissal of Kippy's abs broke my heart. And Ed? Green shorts, mank tops, purple checkered tie, the hair, then that RING? Ed, Ed, Ed. Let's hope Jilly can help you in the style department before you break up on the cover of UsWeekly. And so help me, ABC, if you choose Jake for the next Bachelor, we're so over. "Oh, gee whiz, perfect old wide eyed pressed pants honest Abe me? Shucks." Spare me. I'd rather listen to Wes sing about how love don't come easy. On repeat. Outside. All. Day. Long.