Well, it is Saturday again, and it is humid again.
I woke up this morning and thought I was going to lay around and enjoy the air conditioning. Instead, I spent an hour in the bank trying to change all my accounts to new accounts. My husband had to change all of his accounts, because we have both names on all accounts.
Let me tell you; he wasn't happy.
Yesterday, my computer got hacked. Luckily it happened while I was using the computer, and I was smart enough to contact someone who could stop the worse from happening before I lost all my work.
The hackers had enough time to get into the bank account and took $1200 out of my husband's account, but they were nice enough to put it in mine, and then we unplugged the computer.
I hadn't yet turned the air conditioning on, and it was sweltering in my office. I had sweat rolling down my back, and my chair just makes your legs itch, so you add sweat to that and I was a mess.
My husband was complaining about the heat in the office, and he had only been in there for half an hour while we talked to the bank. (NOTE...He could have turned the AC on since he was sitting in front of it.)
Anyway, long story short, I had my computer files backed up and lost nothing. He almost lost $1200 because I told him if he didn't quit complaining for five minutes, I wasn't giving it back.
I then heard from my favorite four-year-old who informed he wanted to be called Raylin again. He likes having long hair, but his dad didn't. He thought he was going fishing with daddy, but he ended up going to the barber. Anyway, one of his friends at school had long blonde hair and he wanted to look like her. He had a towel hanging off his head and cried because mommy wouldn't let him wear it to town. He didn't want to shed his hair.
On the 4th of July, he wore a home depot apron to my house, and told me it was his chef's apron, He brought a red children's whisk with him and offered to help me cook. I washed it well, because he was mixing the mud. I gave him the bowl with BBQ sauce and told him to mix it well.
As he worked on the sauce, he asked me why my hair looked funny. I looked in the mirror. Instead of the normally wavy hair that was neatly tamed, it was a mass of frizz sticking out in all directions. I told him the humidity wasn't my friend this week and tried to tame it with water.
When he offered to give me his hair, I kissed his forehead and told him I loved him, but I was okay.
He smiled and said I was beautiful even if the hummadidity wasn't my friend.
Thank you Bubba for giving me my daily laugh.
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