Today in "You Gotta Be Kidding Me"

It's 10:55am, and it's already 99 degrees outside, feels like 103, and we're heading for a high of 105 degrees. Which means that we're pretty much stuck inside with the energy-saver curtains drawn, and fans scattered throughout the living room, because our air-conditioner, predictably, is having a tough time getting it below 80 degrees.

So this morning we decided to use someone else's air-conditioning, eating breakfast at Panera, which was lovely. And then Kami talked me in to taking her to get a pedicure. Which means that I was also talked into getting a pedicure. Which was lovely.

I had never had a pedicure before, and I was a little hesitant to get one. But I probably need to get knowledged-up about girly things (I already make a fine cup of tea - so that's taken care of.) See, and this is probably a little too much information, but I have a sweet foot and a sour foot. One foot is quite nice. One foot...not so much. Walking into the place, I sat down in a massage chair and immediately started apologizing, thinking of Dumb and Dumber the whole time. (There was a glitch in that the pumice stone was raked across the bottom of my big toe like a dad gum razor, which affected the enjoyment of the rest of the pedicure)

As I am likely going to need to know about Girly Things, Kami and I are going to be fighting over who gets to take Emmy to get pedicures. Because that was awesome.

On to the "You Gotta Be Kidding Me" part of today. Obviously, if Kami is going to be outside in 100+ heat, then it's going to be by the pool. But it's Saturday, so that means the pool is going to be packed. And full of people drinking. And since I can't beat them, or join them, that's not really an option right now.

The life-saver has been Netflix Instant. We've been watching Sons of Anarchy. A lot. Like, we're one episode from finishing the 3rd season (and we only started watching it about two weeks ago). And then Weather-mageddon hit Northern Virginia, and Netflix went down. It's been down since we finished the penultimate episode of Season Three. This is not a recipe for Happy Pregnant Lady.

(Incidentally, the weather provided a blueprint for terrorists. Want to immobilize America in lazy outrage? Knock out Netflix. We'll just complain on Facebook and Twitter, and then take a nap.)

So, to sum up:

1. Our toes are pretty.
2. We're stuck inside.
3. It's now 104 degrees.
4. With no Netflix.
5. And Gunther is so nervous - about something - that he's puked twice.
6. Nice little Saturday we have shaping up.