What a dog’s life. Little Edie’s got it made, whether in sunshine, a beach bar in the desert, or under a tree’s shade. She’s still a bad dog, particularly when chewing a new CK bra, then a (not-cheap!) belt from JCrew, followed by gnawing a hole as big as her head in the left arm of a merino wool sweater (also from JCrew, who does not have any brown sweaters in their color palette this season with which I can replace what is formerly my favorite frigging sweater).
So, the Mayans may be getting the last laugh after all. It snowed in Hell… or Hell froze over. One of the two; maybe both. Either way, what I can’t believe I’m saying is… it frigging snowed in Phoenix! Well, at least in July, it feels hotter than Hell in Phoenix, and today, er “Yesterday,” it snowed on my geraniums. And around the palm trees outside my front door. And, my neighborhood didn’t even get the full dusting some of my friends living in North Scottsdale saw! It snowed…. in Phoenix. Or, as meteorologists are calling it, gropple? Kind of like calling what were decades’ worth of monsoon dust storms are now haboobs?
Checking out Central Phoenix’s newest yogurt shop (it was just a little bit! and I’ve been counting some major calorie reductions….) and doodling for a bit while on break from the last truly heinous paper I’ll have to write for a little while. I’m sooo close… To being ABD, not close enough to that frigging PhD. This afternoon, it’ll be back to work. Countdown to the weekend end, I hope to be done with this thing by tomorrow night. Later, gators!