Imagine, if you will, that the mirror had never become such a common household object. Perhaps that could explain the innumerable hordes dressed in clothing too tight and too small.

I get that it’s “hot” here (85 degrees, big deal), but even the triple-digit temps of Texas rarely drive people to dress like a tube of cookie dough squeezed in the middle, oozing from every seam.

Work on the house is slow and steady. It took four days to get an electrician to come and talk about some work I wanted done. Ten days later, I get the bid to the tune of $1,600. In the meantime, I’ve purchased a copy of the local electrical code and done half the work myself.

Now, I’m all for outsourcing, especially when it comes to even remotely annoying work. But this is akin to being told a haircut is $600 because it will take two people five hours.

In other news, I easily beat back a 24-hour cold, but woke up this morning with my voice totally gone. The fun part about this is that to our mutual amusement, Elizabeth has had to problems interpreting my bizarre personal sign language.