I'm melllllltingggggg.....

It is so freaking hot, you could literally fry an egg on the sidewalk....or the pool deck....or my head....take your pick. Right now, I wish I were in Alaska during a snow storm. Or at least skinny enough to fit in the freezer. Not only is it hot, but the humidity is somewhere in the 500% range. My makeup melted off my face, my hairspray turned into glue, and my deodorant? You don't want to know.

So, what did I do on this wearing-a-parka-in-a-crowded-elevator-would-be-cooler-than-this day?  I went to downtown Jacksonville with my aunt and daughters, to scope out the art camp wee one will be attending. My aunt, who is the "queen of walking", (although Sully is getting up there, with her 5 miles in the heat), decided we should park, then walk the "two" blocks to the museum, since there was a bit of construction. Fine I say....but what she doesn't tell me is that you have to park, walk through half a mall, and then outside down the 3 blocks to the museum. You would have thought I had asked wee one to walk across the Sahara. She was whining before we even got into the mall! Every step she took, she complained.                         

"Are we there yet? How much longer? My feet hurt. I'm tired. Where IS it?"  I was ready to explode. Finally we arrived, and decided to dine in the cafe. It was very good....a small menu with few items....mostly gormet. Wee one took one look at it and gave me the eye. I knew she didn't like anything on it. Thankfully, they had a tuna salad, which is her all time favorite. I was worried, as she only likes it the way I or my mother makes it....but apparently this was good. Afterward, we walked back and stopped at a little shop just to browse. Of course, immediately wee one found a frog marrionette....and now owns it.

I wore the wrong shoes for the treck....and now my heels have been rubbed raw.  I will be sporting the "band-aid" look for a while. I also bit my tongue so hard it bled....which was such a nice ending to our outing.  We got back to the plant and went inside to see hubby for a minute. Ahhhh, glorious air conditioning! It felt like an ice box....wonderful.  Of course, after our visit, we had to get into our dark green van that had sat in the sun for the past few hours. Now I know what a turkey on Thanksgiving feels like going into the oven. My car didn't cool down until I was a mile from home. 

So, that is my hot, steamy, Florida day. All you northerners who wish for the warm weather in the winter.....trust me....we pay for it. Stay put. Never, ever, under ANY circumstances move here. Mickey isn't worth it. I have a feeling he just hires people to wear costumes down there in Orlando, and is enjoying his money somewhere at a Colorado ski resort.....