So, my alarm clock has been going off for the last 7 minutes and my husband is pretending not to hear it even though I’m a room away and it sounds like it’s right next to me. I’m not getting up on general principle - he knows how to turn it off. Today, we’re going to take a short road trip to visit some friends but I didn’t forget how much you people love music, so here is some to get you through the day. I had a totally different set of songs already picked out, but I thought since we’re just days past the official start of summer - I’d share some of my very favorite summer songs. Some of them have been around before, some of them haven’t. I hope you like them all the same.  I’ll be back tomorrow at some point, I have things I want to tell you. I’ve missed you.

Bebel Gilberto: So Nice (Summer Samba) - Delicious, sexy and sweet - is there anything more summer than Brazilian music?

Carl Thomas: Summer Rain - Because summer is about love, right?

Deee-Lite: Picnic In The Summertime - I will NEVER get tired of this song and this album (Dewdrops In The Garden). Dance music is supposed to be this good.

Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince: Summertime - THE summer song. It belongs on every mix that anyone ever makes that involves summer and a party.

Onda Ft. Esthero: Summer Breeze - This is an Isley Brothers song (from a compilation) and it’s a fresh take on that. I threw it in because I love it and I can do that.

Sophie Ellis Bextor: Music Gets The Best Of Me - Can’t help myself, I love this song. And if you’re here downloading music, you probably feel the same way about music.

Telepopmusik: Breathe - This is one of my very favorite songs of all time. Depending on when you ask me, I might even say it’s my favorite. Everything about it makes me feel alive inside and that’s such a good feeling.

And good grief my alarm clock is still buzzing. We’re going on 23 minutes, my husband is trying to win this war - but he won’t. He can’t. Have a good day!

I promise not to say disparaging things about you if you promise not to act like an asshole. This means - you keep the temperature and humidity reasonable and try not to bake me like a chocolate cupcake. Let’s be friends, okay?

Yesterday I called my husband at home to see what he was doing with his jobless self while I was busy bringing home the bacon (and preparing to fry and eat it too). He told me about the really great nap he took and that he’d been at home cleaning and while cleaning he found this photo of me.

Actually, he said it was a beautiful photo of my face that made him stop and think about how lucky he was, and how when looking at that photo he wondered what his life would be like if he’d never met me. So I asked him, what did he think his life would be like without me, what would he be doing? He sighed and said he didn’t know, but that he knew this was where he was supposed to be. I kind of fell in love with him all over again in that moment. 

If this blog were a movie right now, it would be a western where the camera pans onto an empty town and tumbleweeds roll through. Yup. I want to tell you that I haven’t been writing that much because I’ve been doing something noble like trying to save the planet - but mostly I’ve been sleeping and complaining a lot about all things various and sundry. Amidst my complaints, I’ve been spending time with (the world’s greatest ©) in-laws and trying not to eat my husband’s cousin’s new baby girl (pictured below), or any of the other cute children in our family.

  

Then, when I’m not complaining or contemplating eating babies - I am trying not to roll my eyes right out of my head because my husband has packed every book I own away even though we’re not moving until August. I know he’s trying to be proactive, but it’s annoying. I’m a little glad to be moving though because me neighbors are the worst. I mean, worst is relative because they’re not manufacturing crystal meth or throwing wild parties - but they are generally rude and annoying and I dislike them (see: complainer).

Yesterday we received a sweet little note in the mail from the IRS about our stimulus and how wonderful it was and how they were going to be keeping that because we owe them. Thanks a lot! Naturally, it’s nice to have a large chunk of that taken care of but I wanted to be stimulated damnit! My reprieve is that tomorrow I’m planning on spending time with two people I love a lot and I’m hoping it will make me slightly less rageful (read: bitchy) and if not less rageful - at least a little more accepting of said rage.