Oh. So. Hot.
Today was so hot. So utterly ridiculously hot. So hot that when I got home this afternoon, I stripped down to my underwear and holed myself up in the office with the door shut. Because why leave the door open and vaguely air condition the whole apartment when you can lock yourself in one room with an air conditioner and kind of air condition just that one? Granted, this air conditioner really ain't no great shakes and it makes the temperature in this relatively small room just barely tolerable.
And tomorrow is only going to be hotter. Ugh.
In other news, Dan was brave enough to venture out of the office to scout dinner makings. How he managed, I'm just not sure. All I know is that about 20 minutes later with a brief moment to prop the door open 1/2" and ask how long to softboil an egg, I was presented with this:
And just for clarification, if you can't make out the first picture very well...
Yes, that's a ham and cheese sandwich hand-cut into the shape of a heart (yes, he was surprised I thought it was cute). Yes, I had softboiled eggs, too. What can I say? We eat a varied(and protein-rich, apparently) diet.
In other other news, the dress I was going to make myself to wear to Dan's brother's wedding this weekend went down the shitter this afternoon. Damn vintage re-issued patterns and their fitting problems. I'm sorry I have a chest! Why, oh why, would you not have darts in the fitted bodice? At least I made a muslin and didn't ruin the gorgeous fabric I bought. That would really be saddening. What's totally and completely not saddening though? Having to shell out money to buy a dress that's just a stopgap and I probably won't even like but will have to get anyway because I don't have the time, inclination, or gas money to find another one. Nor do I really have the dress-buying money. But that's a whole other issue entirely. Ahh well.
And now the laptop is burning my lap. Back to...the grinding stone? Life? Reality? Modern times?
And tomorrow is only going to be hotter. Ugh.
In other news, Dan was brave enough to venture out of the office to scout dinner makings. How he managed, I'm just not sure. All I know is that about 20 minutes later with a brief moment to prop the door open 1/2" and ask how long to softboil an egg, I was presented with this:
And just for clarification, if you can't make out the first picture very well...
Yes, that's a ham and cheese sandwich hand-cut into the shape of a heart (yes, he was surprised I thought it was cute). Yes, I had softboiled eggs, too. What can I say? We eat a varied(and protein-rich, apparently) diet.
In other other news, the dress I was going to make myself to wear to Dan's brother's wedding this weekend went down the shitter this afternoon. Damn vintage re-issued patterns and their fitting problems. I'm sorry I have a chest! Why, oh why, would you not have darts in the fitted bodice? At least I made a muslin and didn't ruin the gorgeous fabric I bought. That would really be saddening. What's totally and completely not saddening though? Having to shell out money to buy a dress that's just a stopgap and I probably won't even like but will have to get anyway because I don't have the time, inclination, or gas money to find another one. Nor do I really have the dress-buying money. But that's a whole other issue entirely. Ahh well.
And now the laptop is burning my lap. Back to...the grinding stone? Life? Reality? Modern times?