Last night Shelby and her husband Rob made a quick visit on their way back to Iowa. We went to Versailles for Cuban food, at their request (ahhh... I've trained my friends well). Then we came home and tried to stay cool on our patio with a few rounds of Scattegories.
Although their visit was less than 12 hours - including their few hours of sleep before their 6 a.m. flight - I'm still happy we were able to hang out with them. And each time I spend time with the two of them, I'm reminded exactly how much I like Rob and how perfectly cute they are together. There's no comfort in the world like knowing your best friend is blissfully in love with the perfect person for them.
This morning at 9 a.m. I knew it was going to be a scorcher. Google Weather said it was going to be 92 degrees. (I thought beach towns weren't allowed to get that hot? Booo...) I almost divorced Brent for not getting me out of the house soon enough. But he was understandably busy booking hotels for our Italy trip. It got too unbearable for him, what with the heat and me screaming, "I need food! And AC!" So he took me out for grub and shopping for some new clothes for a special event later this week (more on that in an upcoming post). I didn't find what I was looking for, so the hunt continues.
Then we went swimming in my in-laws' pool. They usually heat it for us as it's a bit chilly, but the extreme heat warmed it up just fine on its own. Brent had to drag me out.
We came home and thankfully our non-ACed condo was bearable. I've spent the past few hours planning some of the itinerary for our Italy trip. It needs some work, though, because as much as I'd like to, I don't think we can have gelato for lunch on one day and tartuffo for lunch the next. Well, we can, but I don't think that'll sustain me through the ancient Rome ruins like I need them to.
"I could catch a monkey. If I was starving I could. I'd make poison darts out of the poison of the deadly frogs. One milligram of that poison can kill a monkey. Or a man. Prick yourself and you'd be dead within a day. Or longer. Different frogs, different times." - Gareth, The Office (BBC)