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So very very hot....

Okay, we've had such a hot week in our neck of the woods...

I feel like I'm about to die, it's so hot in this house!!!

It's currently 84 in my kitchen. It was probably 74 before Asia got the bright idea that he would make dinner tonight. Now, you must understand that when it is hot out, I am religious about trying to keep my house cool. In the absence of an air conditioner, I'm a crazy woman each morning and evening, opening and closing the windows as soon as the temperature outside is either hotter or cooler than the inside temp... I remind myself of a landlady I had who lived next door to me in Eugene. I used to laugh at her determination with her windows. Now I have become her. (K. and L. - yep, I'm just like Alice...)

Anyway - so, of course, when it's hot, I am careful to NEVER turn the oven on... I barely want to use the hairdryer because I'm sure that will raise the temperature of the house... We eat lots of sandwiches and I barbeque a lot... Well, my wonderful husband decided tonight that he wanted a MEAL... so he proceeded to fry bacon, and scrambled eggs, and run the toaster and the microwave - and then, get this - he all but demanded that I use up the VERY ripe bananas and make him some banana bread. At first I just scoffed at the idea - in my mind I said "Surely he cannot be serious - he does not want me to have the oven on 350 degrees for over an hour...." But when I spoke up to that tune, he looked me in the eye and said, "I want some banana bread this week" in his best authoritative husband voice. And since I'm working on being the servant wife, (in the good, Christ-like sense, not the floor mat sense), I got up off the couch where I was happily watching "What Not to Wear", and made him some banana bread.

Part of it, to be honest, has to do with pride. Asia LOVES my banana bread, and to be completely frank, I make the best banana bread in the WHOLE world. I put this amazing streusel topping on it... It makes me feel really good to bake something that makes him so happy, but I totally get strokes from him for doing it... so really, it's partially my fault that the oven is still on and it's 84 degrees in here.

I'd better get on with my evening. I can tell it's almost time to open all the windows and try to get it cooled off in here.

Oh, and there's been such a pathetic lack of interest in my garage sale find, (other than my smart alecky brother) that I'm refusing to talk about it. (I'm still totally in love with it and have had to go gaze at it lovingly a couple of times already today...)

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