My annual complaining post about the heat

Oh my goodness, Alabama in August is doing her thang! It is so hot and humid and sticky and over-bearing outside. I took the kids to buy groceries this afternoon and we we walked in the back door I said, "Thank goodness for air conditioning. " I would go kiss the thing but that would mean I would have to walk back outside. This old gray mare just ain't what she used to be and this heat just zaps me. I don't understand people who go lay around a pool or the beach. I don't understand people who choose to do yard work at 2:00 pm, the hottest part of the day. I don't understand these little super-skinny people who go play tennis at noon. Are they so skinny they are cold all time and they have to go out in the super hot of the day to warm up? Okay, that was mean, but I really don't get it. Please, some of you hot sun lovers, enlighten me.
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Yesterday and today I have been canning salsa. It is so yummy it makes it all worthwhile. But it does take a long time.
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James has been 2 1/2 in all its glory these past two weeks. He has learned to whine, argue, and yell all at the same time. Its been two weeks of discipline and tears around here. I know it will pay off, but my goodness it wears a woman down. He also is learning so many other good things, little songs, counting, and his little Bible verse. The first three kid's toddler years were such a blur to me because they were all in it together, so I really am enjoying him. He did tell me yesterday that he was not Momma's boy, he was Daddy's boy. I knew he would go over to the Daddy side eventually. They all do. But that's okay. When Baby Girl gets here she will Mine, All Mine, until she gets old enough to realize her Daddy is the fun one.
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If you happen to go by Chick-Fil-A on the way home from the grocery store and happen to get a peach milkshake to help combat the ever-blastin' heat, be sure to take the cherry stem out of the milkshake. Don't let it sink to the bottom. It might get caught up in your straw and you might accidently suck it up and it might get lodged sideways in your throat. I'm not saying this has happened to me, but I would not want it to happen to you.
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Ya'll, I so enjoyed reading about your honeymoons in the comments in the last post. I am also loving that I was not the only one who called my dad on my honeymoon. If you haven't commented on your honeymoon trip, go to the post below and please do so. There might be a little something-something for a lucky commenter next week!