WNBP: Admit It

I can barely see the keyboard through the haze of humidity, but I'm going for it anyway.  Blogging has been sparse this summer and I can't afford to miss an opportunity.  Hopefully, I won't electrocute myself what with all the perspiration dripping onto the keyboard.  It's not really so much about me as it is about my not wanting to admit to having injured another laptop this week.

Let's get to this week's Wednesday Night Bullet Post while I'm still moderately less soggy, shall we?

*In case you didn't catch the hint, it is hot today.


*And muggy.


*I'm all limp and wilt-i-fied.


*90 degrees and air so thick you can slice it like soggy bread.


*And I'm spending the day making tomato sauce.

Yes.  I admit it.  I'm an idiot.  But I had a lot of tomatoes...

*It amuses me to think that, a mere thirty minutes earlier, this was just a pile of tomatoes, onions and garlic.


*I'm a vegetable geek...


*It was crowded at the Farmer's Market this morning in spite of the heat.


*I had to fight for my onions.


*Still managed to get only the red ones which were most decidedly NOT what I wanted.


*The scarf finished blocking.

*Rose Trellis Lace Scarf pattern from Wooly Wonka.


*Yarn by Sheepie from back when she used to spin with more frequency and knew from silk/lambswool blends.


*One of my all-time favorite scarf patterns.


*Ever.


*Good thing it finished blocking a couple of days ago.


*Wouldn't ever dry if I blocked it today.


*Would actually be soggier after a day of blocking.


*It is hot.  I can't remember if I mentioned that.


*And humid.


*The Very Complicated Kitty says, "Thank you" for all the One Month Anniversary wishes.


*Actually, he didn't really say it.


*He's a cat.  Cats don't talk.


*I won't admit to hearing cats talk to me.


*He says it with his eyes.


*I'm just passing it on.


*I finally figured out how to get him to take his anti-anxiety medication in the morning with a minimum of feline fussing.


*And anxiety on both our parts.


*I make the meatball with the crushed pill just like The Cat Whisperer told me to.


*Then I feed it to him on a spoon.


*Slurps it right up.


*No muss, no fuss.


*Don't tell anyone that I am spoon feeding my cat a medicated meatball.


*I'll deny it.


*You'll just look foolish and people will laugh at you.


*And it's not like I feed him his whole breakfast like that.  Just the meatball.


*No one can prove that I spoon feed my VCK.

The only available witness is otherwise occupied.

Well, I made it through an entire blog post without melting or flooding the school laptop I'm borrowing for blogging purposes.  I am glad about that because it would be hard to come up with a good story for how that happened once school starts up in a few weeks.  Now I'm off to get myself some refreshing flavored water and see about feeding some cats.  It's the night feeding so no meatballs are involved in this operation.

Not that I have anything to be ashamed of where the meatballs are concerned, mind you...

SA