Instead of Rock, Paper, Scissors: Paper, Paper, Paper

I need to admit something. This seems like the right forum in which to acknowledge that I have a problem. This is a problem that I've had for quite some time. In fact, I can't really remember when I didn't have this problem. As long as I've lived away from home I seem to have had it. It's a little issue with paper. Actually, it's a big issue with paper. I seem to have conquered it at the office, but at home, my docile little laundry room/office/mudroom/utility room is overflowing with paper. I can't make it stop. Artwork from the kids. Bills. Catalogs. Receipts. Oh my ever-loving GOD the receipts.

Now, that I think of it, I also have the same problem with my truck. I think I'm going to do something extreme. Like throw away everything and start over. I mean, I never really look at this paper again... OK... that's going to be my new tactic. Throw it all away and start over. I can do this... I can do this... I know I can. I'll keep you posted.

Ain't no cure for the summertime HOTs...

It is summer. It is Florida. It is hot. Not just HOT. Frickin' hot. The pool is not even refreshing when you jump in it hot. Burn your feet on the pavers hot. Sweating at 9 a.m. hot. The only cool thing I've experienced was some rain for the past two evenings... we really need it. Sarasota has been parched. I think we got 3 inches yesterday. We're just about ready for the landscape to be installed at the house and I can think of nothing nicer than a loud, pounding thunderstorm with lots and lots of wet stuff.