No odd thoughts lately?

I think I’ve given up odd thoughts and every kind of thought until the temperature drops.  Well I haven’t given up murderous angry thoughts — but I’m  not the murderous angry type — so I just bitch about things.  High temperatures is one of the things I bitch about the most.

I’m a heat wimp — I can’t think in the heat, can’t work in the heat, can’t do anything in the heat.  Well, not true — I can bitch in the heat.

swamp cooler

I live in a very old mobile home  and I don’t mind how old and run down it is — it’s perfect for hubby, me and my menagerie of animals.  But it has a swamp cooler — and while back in 1973 when the desert was hot & dry it might have been a wondrous invention — it is no longer.  We are way more humid than we used to be.

This evening for instance it is 84 degrees outside and inside it’s 88 degrees.  The desk is warm to the touch.  I have no windows which cross ventilate with each other, but the windows I do have are open in hopes it will cool down before bedtime.

Next year there will be window air-conditioners or I’ll have to find a summer home.  And I’d miss my husband and my pets, but I doubt they’d miss all my bitching.

 

 

 

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Child proof packaging is frustrating & odd

So your head is throbbing, you’re dizzy and desperately need to take a sinus pill.  You have to stand in the pharmacy line to show your id and promise not to make meth from the pill — then you get the damn things and you can’t get the damn pill out of the plastic wrapping.

Really?

I stood in the line so I could prove I’m an adult (adultish anyway) and yet I need child proof wrapping?  I used my teeth, what few nails I have, my car keys, and still had to take it to the nearest child I could find to help me get it released from its safe package.

They could cut the cost in half if they just changed the packaging.

I have odd thoughts

I spend a lot of time in the car thinking odd thoughts.

Sometimes they’re funny and odd, sometimes tragic and odd, sometimes bewildering and odd, sometimes sad and odd, sometimes just odd.

I always feel like I should write them down — not sure why, just seem to want to share my odd thoughts – but where?

Why not here?  Why not starting now?