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Birthday Countdown BEGINS!

That’s right. In 1 month and 1 day, I will be 37 and the boy will turn 4. That means you have one month and one day to buy me something pretty.

Heater time, already?

I eye October warily. It’s always a crapshoot here in LA. Usually, it’s hot throughout the month. Other times…times like now; it’s cold. People in other parts of the world may laugh, but I considered ‘freezing’ anything under 78C. It’s 56C right now and I’m numb.

I loathe the first turning on of the heater. First off, all that dust from the previous 7 months gets blown back up through the house. Even that wouldn’t be so bad, if I’d remember to do it during daylight hours, when I’d have the chance to air it out. No. The worst thing is that I NEVER remember where our vents are. That’s because there are usually things sitting on top of these metal grates for most of the year.

Tonight, we sleep bundled up tightly. Everyone in pajamas and heavy blankets all because I forgot to clear off those hidden grates and blow dusty air into my house.

I hate fall.