This morning Marvin and I went to a yard sale in our neighborhood.
You know it's a bad sign when you go outside before 9:00 and the katydids are already chirping. Girl, it was hot. But we had three dollars in our pockets and we needed to spend it.
Marvin took his new haircut. He got groomed for summer. Doesn't he look cute? He looks like a little howler monkey. You know, in a good way. And yes, that is a leash he has. God forbid we go anywhere without that dog.
Because she's brilliant, and we enjoy the intellectual stimulation.
Even though it was only three blocks away, we got all sweaty like Elvis in concert. You know. In the '70s. When he was all curvy. Embracing his curves, as it were. And embracing his downers. Sweaty like that.
When I got home I checked the temp, and it is 80 with 72% humidity. Nice. Did I mention it's before 9:00?
Anyway, we finally perspirationally got there. I do not know why Marvin is wearing a long-sleeve shirt. Remember when that guy who played Martin on the show Martin, whose name I think was actually Martin, who went jogging and wore tons of layers and had to be hauled off by an ambulance? Maybe Marvin is trying for that.
And you know who's good on her leash? And heels like a champ? Is that Tallulah.
Once we got there, I felt weird taking pictures, but I can tell you the people had a little Maltese and I am sorry to say size-ist Tallulah was not polite. So then one of us had to stand in the street with old Growly, while the other shopped. We had our eye on a little cabinet, but some old man bought it. I tried to get Tallulah to sic him, but he hadn't made a typo. BAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
In other news, I made up with two of my Thursday women. I do not know if I will go back to Thursdays, but at least I don't have to be afraid to go to, say, the grocery store and have some awkward reunion or something. I am getting together with one of said women in less than an hour, so I should go. Because, sweaty? I'll get there and she'll say, "I didn't know there was a marathon in town."
Am also going to buy my 30-Day Shred today, as so many of you have already done. It sounds like you can get it cheapest at Target, which segues nicely into announcing that Target Steve is my commenter of the week. We have an honorable mention this week, too, that goes to Anita. Click This Week's Special if you cannot stand the suspense.
Seriously, I am so tired of being sticky. And it's not even officially summer yet, is it? I understand why Mrs. Roper wore mumus. I just want to be in something flowy. Or naked. I want to be in something naked. Do you think I should show up naked for my official making-up-with-my-Thursday friend? or might that send the wrong message?
Okay. Will glisten at you later.