A quick morning post to say that I have no idea if I’ll actually write a real post later. It’s going to be 102 today. One hundred and two degrees, people! And my baby brother has invited us to take shelter at my parents’ pool. (He can do this because my parents are still out of town until this afternoon.) So I’ll be over there. But first it’s time to do a little birthday shopping for the pickiest person I know. Is it wrong to give your spouse a gift certificate when you know he’ll never remember to use it? What? We’re out of bread already! But I just bought some . . . . Oh, it has been a while. I might as well get the pound cake for the petit fours for the bridal shower on Sunday while I’m at it. Oh a text from the BFF. What’s she doing us so early? Right, that pesky job thing. Apparently she’s ordering me to the doctor’s today with the threat she’ll catch the next plane here to drag me to one if I don’t go on my own. She’s right. Nine days with a sore throat is too long, but honestly, I thought it was due to allergies at first. It also goes to prove that I haven’t gotten The Look down yet. Does any one have pointers? Ok, I’ve got to vacuum before the boys destroy the main room, which by the sounds of it, they are nicely on their way. How cute is this? Evan woke me up with the doctor kit, trying to make me feel better. Boy, I love stream of conscious writing.