I've been shopping for comfy shoes, because.......well, market could be equated to walking the Tour de France......in 3 or 4 days.  I always leave home thinking I've found just the shoe that will do the trick and carry me the distance.....but, somewhere along hour 7 or 8, I've made the determination that my feet have to go.  By hour 9, I go into the nearest restroom and begin to contemplate if gnawing them off at the ankles or sawing them at the knees with the nail file in my purse would be the least painful method of removal.  So, yeah.....in all of my trips, I've not yet taken a shoe that has ever been invited back for the next trip.  I'll report back to you on this year's nominee and its performance.  I can report, though, that practice runs have proved promising.   

Last year, I wore a pedometer, just out of curiosity, to see how many steps a typical day at market required.  At the end of the day, it had registered around 1,200 steps.  Either it hit its max number and had started over or that was just its way of saying, "You know what?  Count it yourself....this is ridiculous".

And, sadly, the heat arrived here today.  One day in the mid 70's with 85% humidity and I'm over spring/summer already.  Check, please.  I was out running errands all day and that sick feeling of dread came over me as the looming heat breathed down my neck and pressed down on my shoulders.

I came home and decided it was time.  The thermostat was ceremonially switched from heat to cool. The flannel sheets are out of here because last night I almost combusted in the bed.  The heavy blankets are put away and the sweaters...........gone.  Any cool weather from this point on, we will brave it alone.       

Yep, I've turned the page. 

Facing my enemy head on. 

Bring it, summer. 

Let's get this over with.       

I have a haircut appointment tomorrow before I leave on my trip and, with the humid heat today, I'm inspired to go ahead and commence the summer grooming.  I considered taking my chances as a walk-in at Petco, but I'm not sure about that leash. 

I have this extremely thick hair.....like that of a woolly mammoth......in winter......and when it gets any length on it in the warm months, it feels like a barbell has been strapped to my head.  A hot, scalding barbell.  I prefer not to have hot, scalding barbells strapped to my head, so just as soon as spring blows it warm breath, the hair has got to go.  I was looking online for some possibilities and came across this virtual hairdresser site.  Let me know if you think any of theses are me.

A)  Reese Witherspoon.                                      B)  Joan Jett...but would
      Be very afraid, Reese.                              "I Hate Myself for Loving You"?



C) Dorothy Hamill                                               D)  Laura Bush.... 
Me if I cut off my ears and took up skating.       Who doesn't love Laura?    
                      
Davis got curious, so we did him.