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It’s officially boob sweat season. 95 degrees, feels like.. oh hell, I don’t know. Hot it feels hot.

I dug out the pool for Tyson today. He plays hard and gets hot fast. Thankfully he loves the little kiddie pool to lay in. No sooner did I filled it up he jumped in and started rolling around in it. He likes to slap at the water with his paws and try to catch the bubbles. Goof ball dog.

I didn’t even bother cooking today. P had to go to town for some screws or something (I don’t have a clue) so she stopped at the store.. yeah I know, we just went shopping but anyhoo she stopped at Loutre and got some sammich and mac salad stuff. I need to find hot weather food that everyone will eat. I’m happy with gazpacho and cucumber sandwiches, but no one else is. I think if I tried to serve the gazpacho they would ask why I’m serving them cold soup. Eh.

I’ve been thinking about my family a lot lately. I really should write more about them. Just like any family history, I have a lot of stuff to tell. Mostly good stuff. We’re totally dysfunctional, but, ya know how it goes.

While we were watching some cooking show today, they had to cook chicken cacciatore and it seriously reminded me of my dad. I haven’t had that dish since I was a kid! I know my dad didn’t cook it often, or I’d have a recipe for it. So now I’ll have to find a recipe and make it sometime soon. Well, as soon as it’s cool enough to cook. Or if I get bored. Or.. something.

Found lidocaine patches on amazon today. My neck is just… Ugh. It feels like it’s crumbling away. All the pinched nerves are getting pinched harder. Ridiculous, really. Oh. Patches. I found them, but of course I can’t afford the damn things. They aren’t expensive but being broke, everything is, y’know?

Now I’m just rambling. I’m going to end it now.