The Den of Debauchery's Subannex

It's 90 degrees at 9:30 PM
It was around 110 today. Extreme Heat Warning.

Uh yeah, no outdoor church for us. We're crazy pagans, but not THAT crazy. We'll make Mabon.

I took the girls school clothes shopping. We hit a ritzy Goodwill and an enormous thrift store and Family Dollar for the supplies.

I spent about $200. Bun has a complete wardrobe. Of course, it looks like she raided the closets of Marsha Brady and Stevie Nicks. Dollface is in very good shape. A couple of bras and some sneakers will finish her.

Obi needs everything, including shoes. The boy wears a bigger size than I do! Jonner needs pants and shoes. I have a 50% off your order coupon, valid tomorrow only, at the enormous thrift store. We're talking jeans with the $25 price tags still in for $3.

Dear God:

Please explain the necessity of 108 degree days with 115 heat indexes.
Please explain why our poor butterburs flop limply along the ground, panting.
Please tell me why the hostas are burning the shade.

Most of all, please tell me why it is necessary for me to live in this overheated gulag with strontium-90 water, air that reeks of dogfood, people who are sweet to your face but mean as snakes behind your back, and a general idiocy level that approaches infinity.


Too hot and cranky.
Me.

What a night.

Huge storms moved through the MidSouth. Most of Memphis is still w/o power. Trees and lines down everywhere. A trailer park in the town 3 miles north had homes that were rolled over like dice. A school bus was there to evacuate them.

I sat in traffic on I-55, parking lot like for 40 minutes. We moved maybe 100 feet. I executed a couple of very illegal maneuvers and got onto the service road to go home. No way i could have gotten to work even if I'd made it across the bridge: Central and Poplar were impassable (trees and powerlines in the road), and the power was out at work.

Went home, and went to bed when our power went out.
Jonner cooked eggs while I was sleeping. In a pan this time as opposed to tupperware.
And my dad is coming day agfter tomorrow. AUGH!
AUGH!
Must clean, must organize! Must shampoo and fumigate!
Must burn down house and move!
AUGH!