hot weekend.

The heat index in our part of the country was the highest in the nation this weekend.  I suppose it's our turn for this crazy heat wave.   We continued life as normal at first because we are kind of disconnected from the outside world until we go out in the world each day.  No tv & we only get on the internet to check emails and social networks.  Friday we went to the PTA home store and bought a chair and ottoman.  We already have a loveseat and sofa, but the loveseat is still missing its cushions -- that's a humorous and long story that I won't share right now.  We moved the loveseat up into the loft and I spent Saturday cleaning up the chair and ottoman before we brought it in to live in our little living room.  We quite like it.  A lot.  We also spent the earlier part of the weekend picking through other PTAs and used bookstores and ended up coming home with a crazy amount of books (it would be our luck that another town's PTA was having a book sale on their already crazy cheap books) and some records. 

our new chair with some of our new book purchases on it. 
mister's grandmother made that quilt and it's so perfect to curl up in when reading.

Sunday brought thunderstorms.  Which, for us, means power outages.  Our electricity goes off for brief periods a lot out here in the country.  But it was out for most of the day on Sunday.  We got a lot of reading done during the day.  The power came back on in the evening for an hour and then it decided to stop again.  It's not easy to sleep when you're burning up but we made little beds out in the living room (it was cooler out there) and talked as it got later and later.  It was a bit creepy to see the electric company trucks drive slowly up and down our road with spotlights lighting up the treelined sky trying to find whatever was causing the problem.  Eventually the power did come back on though.  However, Monday had more storms in store for us so once again the electricity kept going on and off -- kinda frustrating. 

In the no power/internet days we had, I decided to dye my hair a dark brown last night.  It's never been a complete brown before -- I always bought an auburn color if I wanted to go darker than my natural ginger.  But I straight up got "dark golden brown" this time and it did not disappoint.  Let's see if my hair, that has a talent for growing superfast and rejecting hair dye (I dye it one day and it's back to normal in less than a week, even with professional dye jobs), will stay dark for a while.  Photobooth pics below!  

hope y'all are staying cool!

fleas.

On our Sunday evening walk, I made Mister stop talking (don't worry, we finished the conversation later) and said, "shh!  Do you hear that?  It sounds like a cat or something?"  Sure enough, after back-tracking a few steps, he found it.  A tiny kitten.  Crying and crying.  I jumped into the ditch and plucked her out of the thicket hissing and swiping at me.  The poor thing was so small and scared.  I cradled her in my cutoff sweatshirt and we asked the neighbors if they were missing a kitten.  After a reply of "no" we turned around and headed home.  We decided to keep the kitten.  Over the next two days, I cleaned her up, fed her (watered down kitten chow and supplementing with a bottle & formula - she doesn't look even 6 weeks yet), cuddled her, played with her, and introduced her to the other pets - Rory LOVES her, she loves Rory - Penny HATES her, she loves Penny.  Maybe Pen will come around.  And maybe not.  Oh, we also named her.  Naming her was the hardest part.  I wanted to name her something that represented her and something that was cute.  Mister wanted to name her something "hilarious" although he and I disagree on what is "hilarious" for a kitten name. ;)  Thicket was almost her name, since we found her in brambles.  Sunday, was her name for almost a day because we found her on a Sunday.  But Flea (or, as M says "Fleas") stuck.  She's about the size of one, jumps around like one, and she was covered in them until I bathed her (TWICE) and picked and plucked all the fleas off of her.  We compromised and found it both "cute," "fitting," and "hilarious."

So here she is -- meet Flea(s).  She's a pistol.

We love her a lot already.  It's so fun to watch her pounce, scamper, and play.  She runs after Rory, our 90lb dog, Rory licks or sniffs her then jumps to play with her, which makes Fleas scared and puff up and hiss -- it's so cute.

Oh, and side note -- if you don't follow me on google+ or twitter, you may not know, but I cut a foot off my hair.  It's super short now (and I might even go shorter later!).