*Yawn* ~~~ So Tired.

Do you see this? That, dear readers (haha, like I have so many), is what is commonly referred to as HELL. Yes, HELL! Today our high was 101*, and it just may as well been 450*, because anything over 90* is just sick, insane, and inhumane. Seriously.

I sat down to change a diaper today, and my behind melted to the floor a bit, causing me to have to peel my fat caboose off the carpet.

Breathing has become a chore. As I inhale, my ribs STICK to my skin, and when I exhale I hear a weird hissing sound... and then a pop. Ahhh a little better w/each breath.

Staying awake has become difficult, as well. You see...My husband stayed the night at a Church youth function, and my husband is my protector (literally. The meaning of his name is "Protector". Or "Valiant One". So Chivalrous sounding). When my protector is out...elsewhere ... my mind goes crazy. Last night the kids were flipping out, so I brought them downstairs and let them sleep on the living room floor, and I laid on the couch watching Under the Tuscan Sun and Notting Hill (both get two thumbs up from yours truly). I did not fall asleep until after the sun made her glorious appearing at....5:22:50 am. Ah...sleep...for hour upon hour. Yes, two hours. Until my protector came home at 7:45 am, waking the boys. Ugh. I did manage to wiggle in one more hour. So on top of my lack of rest, I'm battling heat. Heat + No sleep = Cranky Jess. Heat + Heat = cranky kids. Cranky kids + heat + cranky Jess = .... well I don't know what. But it's big. and Bad. And Ugly. {cue: Bad to the Bone song}.

It's now 11:03 pm. Our official sunset was at 9:03 pm, but I still see a few lighter shades of blue up in that sky over my house. I wonder if I will ever get used to these long days. I wonder if Billy ever will become potty trained, or if he will (as I predict) walk down the aisle with a poopy diaper. Man, imagine the shock & horror of that bride on her wedding night, huh? I hope her mamma's praying for her future SIL now. lol. I know I pray for my DIL.

On another note: Christina B....you are of the devil. ROFL okay, not really, but girl. You posted a while back about a specific beverage. And now I tried one, and yeah, you're right. They're good.

I've been trying to sell a lot of clothing (o-3 month baby girl clothes) on craigslist, to no avail. I'm really getting quite sick of this. I mean...look at this ad, how can anyone not be interested in these clothes?!


Seriously. It's just captivating. It pops. It screams "Buy me!" Okay, maybe not screams...but when EVERY OTHER FREAKING ad on that website is just a white background w/plain black Times New Roman fonts...THIS IS SPICY PEOPLE!

Dude, it's so hot my brain couldn't get the "e" to my fingers in time to correctly spell Spicey.

My eyeballs are starting to melt to the back of my eyelids, causing me to be that much sleepier.

So with that, I bid you adieu.
Oh...and so you all have...sweet dreams...here is the girl who will one day break hearts everywhere:


And the boys that will beat up anyone who breaks hers: