Watered the plants about 9:30 Monday night, and even then, a couple hours after sundown, the deck around the pool was too hot for my bare feet, I had to keep splashing water on the decking to stand there. The pool was about 90 degrees, which was warmer than you might prefer, but still cooler than the air. It was nice actually, until I kicked my own butt with some laps. Ugh.
105 degrees F Monday (supposed to be hotter Tuesday), it's too hot to do anything but shop. That is why Dallas has some of the best shopping in the world. Ask anyone.
By the way, I bloody HATE malls. I detest going into a building to buy one specific thing and having to walk a mile and pass 60 other stores in the process. Still, Dallas has plenty of purveyors of yumminess that cater to my persnickety needs. OH, and I'll go to the anchor stores like Neiman's & Sak's because I can park right by the door and be in and out quickly without entering the mall proper. Yee haw. I've gotta do it my way, baby.
Monday I went to Tuesday Morning's big flagship discount store, or Storegasm™, as I call it. On rare occasions, I find something that is so very verrrrry superlative that I must have it in multiples. I bought a simple robe of a waffle weave sweatshirt gray jersey that feels like it was made for me, and only $25. Yes, so hot I came home and stripped out of my sweaty clothes and put this new robe on. Note to self: go back to Storegasm™ and get more of these. Seriously. This will endure as my favorite robe ever, and I WILL wear it out. I know - you care deeply. I promise this post gets better.
So way back ancient of days when I worked for Neiman Marcus, I stocked up on very fine towels and I pretty much haven't bought any since then, excepting of course beach towels for pool use. Recently I vowed to buy small lots of bathroom linens when I came across bargains that were suitably refined for my taste.
Today I squealed inwardly as I found some blanket-like sumptuous towels for under $10 each, but I had to put one to the test for thickness, fiber content, etc. Pleased with the data on the label, I draped the towel over my shoulder and didn't even think about what was underneath it and began to test the nap of the cloth and thickness, etc.
I must have been lost in a reverie (ooh, new towels - yes, I know how rough my life is) when I saw a geezer standing stock still about 10 feet from me, hands white-knuckling his shopping trolley, slack-jawed and staring at me with a certain look in his eye. I realized that look said he meant our worlds to collide. Baffled by his lascivious leer, I came to realize that rather than checking out a towel, I appeared to be fondling my own breast, and ceased forthwith simultaneously shooting a look that said any convergence of our worlds would not be harmonic, you pervy old git!
I mean, jeez - can't a girl feel her own tit in public without some horn-dog getting ideas? Heavens-to-Betsy!
Listening to: Just like Honey by The Jesus and Mary Chain...