Yesterday was full on summer. The day was hot, hot, hot. I took Bumblebee on a mid-morning walk and about halfway through she looked at me and seemed to give up all hope that she would survive. She's a bit on the dramatic side when it comes to heat.
Later, we had our first barbecue of the season over at my parent's house. Mom and I had a little trouble getting the grill going, but it finally took off.
We had veggie burgers and some veggies. Have you ever had pineapple on a veggie burger? It's so good. Dinner was delicious. The highlights included Dad and Eric thinking that they were hilarious joke tellers and Sam having a little mishap with his beverage. Mom and I just bore witness to the nonsense.
When Eric and I got home we discovered that our house had been turned into a blazing inferno. OK, that's an exaggeration, it was just uncomfortably hot. I opened the windows turned on some fans and tried to keep my enthusiasm high. I tried to stay low to the ground, so I may have been crawling around taking photos, not my most glamorous moment.
Soon I gave up on trying to pretend that I could handle the heat and rolled around on the floor with Bumblebee. Just a note, when you're 6 months pregnant rolling-in spite of a distinctly rounded belly-is not very easy. Getting off the floor involved some serious grunts and maybe a pathetic plea to Eric for help.
In spite of the heat it was still a delightful day because:
a) Barbecues make me happy
b) It was the start of Eric's weekend.
c)Sometimes a girl just needs to roll around on the floor and be wimpy.