It's. So. Freaking. Hot.

That's just about all I have to say about the last four weeks or so. And also my excuse for not blogging through any of it. In fact, California has become so unbearable (read: temps higher than 78 degrees), that I have little desire to do an.ee.thing (except take in the scene below).

It's gotten to the point that even the rabbits have lost motivation.

But I'll post the highlights of the past month anyway, for the sake of posterity, vanity, and the two to three people who might actually read it.

A few weeks ago, RP's Granddad passed away, so we headed to Phoenix for the funeral. It was awesome to spend time with the Price crew, and not so awesome to make my second-ever trip to Phoenix in late July (first trip was also in July, so I’ve now added heat-induced misery to radical conservatism in my overall impression of Arizona).

Sadly, I was too hot to take many pics, but it was fun to see RP's reunion with all his Price cousins:

And even more tender to see his reunion with his favorite wiener dog.

And less tender to see him with real human babies.

Also of note, RP and I officially bought tickets to Kathmandu. How do Buddhists say 'Merry Christmas?' The realization that I may contract lice or scabies almost caused me to bag the whole thing. Let's just hope that any parasite I bring back is of the internal variety. I don't appreciate bugs that feed off my skin and scalp but think I could totally get on board with the ones who want to eat fifteen pounds off my body.

While we I were was in the spending spirit, we I bought the MacBook I've been threatening to buy for the better part of our marriage. Now I understand Rick's misgivings about the expenditure; now I don't need a husband to feel fulfilled.

Sadly, in the throes of our shopping sprees, RP and I received a counteroffer for our his dream home beach triplex. Now I've been forced to curb my spending in order to keep us "liquid." Luckily, RP did NOT demand I curb my liquid spending (read: Diet Coke), so I still have a few reasons to live. Yesterday we had this conversation:

KP: "Do you need anything at Target?"
RP: "Windex."
KP: "Ok, I'm just going for the essentials: toilet paper and Windex."
RP: "Don't get toilet paper. I'll just bring it home from work for you like I bring newspapers home for Sadie's box."

Yes, we've officially become Prices in low, low places. (And, apparently, I'm the only one in our household who uses toilet paper. All the better reason to commit only to MacBooks.)

It should be stated once more that it is HOT in California. Like, fear-for-your-rabbit's-hydration-levels hot. And while living 1/2 mile from the beach has its benefits, the lack of air conditioninig is not one of them. And my inability to sleep in non-optimal temperatures is making me a less-than pleasant eternal companion. The other night we came home at 9 pm to a hot, stuffy house, which only exacerbated my exhaustion-induced crankiness. Therefore we had the following conversation.

KP: "I'm going to bed."
RP: "Why don't you watch the Olympics with me?"
KP: "STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO."
RP: "I didn't -- I just thought --"
KP: "YOU JUST THOUGHT THAT BECAUSE I'M YOUR WIFE YOU CAN MAKE ALL MY DECISIONS."
RP: "No... I just --"
KP: "WE GO TO YOUR DOCTOR AND YOUR DENTIST AND BUY YOUR TRI-PLEXES! I CAN GO TO BED IF I WANT!"
RP: "Goodnight, hon."

Yes, California summers really are this glamorous.

Hope you're keeping cool.