I don't even care, I don't even like jelly.

I�m bored. It�s so damn hot here right now that we can do nothing but lay around and drink frickin� water. The Thermometer on my OnStar read 101 degrees yesterday at 4:00 pm. YES. This was after a two and half hour trip to Robinson Pond in which I spent 95% of that time in the water.

Also, I took a record three showers yesterday. It�s damn hot. I don�t think it�s gotten to 100 degrees here in a good two or three years. Eh. It gives me excuses to do things like go to Robinson every afternoon and of course the beach on Monday (more on that in a bit, since it�s totally dland related).

So, what does one do when it�s hot and sweaty in the morning? LAUNDRY. Yes, that needs to be done. I�m trying to set a record for most loads of towels washed in a single week. So far, I�m on towel load #5 since Sunday. I love it. Besides the fact that we�re taking showers left and right, there�s the endless beach towels that come from taking 4+ kids to the beach/pond/whoever�s pool, and add to that the lovely collection of towels I must keep under both of our toilets because they�re condensating like crazy. (However, I have found the antidote to the mildew smell this year. Clorox cleaner with bleach. For all the soaking wet towels I�ve taken from under the toilets, there�s been no mildew building up behind them, or on the toilets. Yes).

Oh that�s fucking exciting.

So. Anyway. Another dland meet-up for me on Monday, and it was fun. Jennifer is in the area for a family reunion and Monday they planned a trip to Hampton Beach. She let me know about it weeks ago, and I�m so glad so that I had time to plan.

First order of business: make sure I don�t take Daisy. It�s her week, but there was just no way I could enjoy myself if she was there. I�ve been over this before. I can take Minnie and Mickey anywhere by themselves and they�re relatively well behaved but with Daisy it�s another story. And I fucking feel guilty sometimes but then I�m like, WTF? Why do I feel guilty for not wanting to deal with that for one fucking day out of the summer? I�m always here to watch her and spend more time with her than he does, so why shouldn�t I ask for a fucking day off? Dammit.

So, I told him this weekend that I was going to the beach on Monday and didn�t want to take Daisy and asked him to make other arrangements for her that day. And I was like, �Look, I�m not trying to be a douche, but it�s just so much harder with her around� and he was COOL with it. He fucking UNDERSTOOD. Maybe that trip to Sam�s Club a few weeks ago opened his eyes a bit?

Anyway, so, yeah, that was taken care of. Huge load off my shoulders. I invited the boys (Beavis and his buddy Shawn) since my dad had given them each $20 for helping him move the week before, so they�d have fun money.

I called Jennifer when I was just getting into Hampton and told her I�d park behind the Casino and call her when we hit the beach. Except I got a tad confused, and didn�t park behind the Casino but actually five blocks before the Casino at a place that looked just like it. Oh well, we had to walk further.

And as we were walking by the band shell thingie across from the Casino, I spotted her. She looks just like her pics on myspace and flickr. That made it easy!

Anyway, we walked over to where they had their base camp and chatted.

Having done this once (okay twice) before, it never fails to be kinda weird but in a cool way. Weird cool. There are things that we write about here that no one else knows, at least that�s the case with me. And meeting someone in person that you�ve known online for two years that knows more about you than your own family? Really weird cool.

But it was fun! Were it not for the abundance of ears (kids and parents!), there would have been more to discuss. But damn kids.

We had the obligatory lunch at Brown�s, which is just as obligatory for Jennifer�s family as it is mine. Yummy fried seafood. Also, Brown�s does not serve alcohol, but you can bring your own beer or wine. How fucking cool is that? Every time I go, I always forget that, and then I get there and am like, �DAMN I could have brought beer�. So, this time I remembered and stopped at the store to get a six pack of my crack, Mich Ultra. I finally experienced all that Brown�s had to offer.

Jennifer�s little sister took a liking to Beavis, which was hilarious. He has �big goofy kid� written all over him, methinks.

After lunch, Jennifer and her family left the beach and headed out to do some cemetery hopping. Sadly, this was not on my agenda. ;)

In an ironic twist of fate, or as I�m more prone to call it: further proof that God hates me, my camera broke on Saturday during a rather drunken debaucherous night (which included that hot piece of man Bo and was not debaucherous enough for me as far as he�s concerned). So, I was unable to take any pictures but fortunately Jennifer did and put some up on flickr here . I�m on there, check out my fucking tan.

Oh, and chickie? We neglected to get any pics of you and me together! WTF!

Also, when I asked the girl if she liked you, she said, �Yes. She�s very pretty�.

Anyway, me and my crew headed back to the beach for more high tide fun. Battling waves in the frigid water was a blast. I enjoy the beach so much because the people watching is a blast, too. Not just the good looking ones, either, although I do have to say that once I hit that beach, I begin to appreciate the fine physiques on the young men (ie; frickin 19 year olds) there. With their little tribal armband tattoos and stuff. And their pecs�and six packs�.the fine asses�*sigh*, I do so enjoy watching them. But the ugly people are just as much fun. I was disappointed to have not seen one extremely large woman in a bikini. Not even one. I was bummed.

Beavis decided he needed to buy a kite. *Needed*, yes, it was another decision to ponder fucking forever. That kid. Anyway, he bought kite #1 which was a piece of crap. He went back to the store where the lady told him �all sales final�, but then agreed to let him trade it in for another kite. This one worked, and he had that thing hundreds of feet in the air.

As he started to take it down, all was well until the last 50 feet or so, when it started spiraling and threatening to hit all the bajillion people on the beach. Beavis yelled, �OH fuck!� and went to chase it. It ended up hitting the only person on the beach who was sleeping without an umbrella over him. Beavis said, �I am SO sorry� and the kid (like 17 or so) just looked at him, confused. The kid�s dad, however, was laughing his ass off. I�m glad he didn�t hit some uptight jerk�s kid, at least.

We stayed until 7:00 and then we bid the place fucking adieu. It was so fun, though, that I am seriously considering another trip back soon. Like next week when I have no Daisy and no Colin and Makayla. If I take out the Brown�s trip, it can actually be economical.

Anyway. What else can I go into? We had the Pig Roast Saturday, which had no pig. But there was roast. Yummy. And Bo, just as yummy. We actually went with him and another couple we know through the crowd, Rick and Amy. We were the crowd to be with. Rhonda and Caroline are so high maintenance, always with drama over lame shit, that me and Amy ended hooking up Saturday morning at her house to lay in the sun. We decided that we are way more chill than them and should hang out more often.

The guy who had the party, Chucky, is an older Harley biker type. Long hair, ponytail, the whole nine. But he�s like smoking hot for his age. Anyway. He has a pool, and it was so hot out that the party was basically in the pool. I got to swim in the pool and witness the hotness that is Bo in a bathing suit, and I do have to say, I can appreciate it.

I�m getting myself all worked up thinking about it. I have to stop. I haven�t stopped thinking about it, but I have to stop writing about it!

I was a good little wife, though. As much as it pains me. Certain men that I know, however, were not so good. I think. Maybe I took it the wrong way, but certain things happened that night that have me a little perplexed. Men were very flirtatious with me. Is it just that I�m flirtatious? I mean, Chucky putting his arms around me and telling me I�m beautiful was all cool, cuz I can tell he�s just the kind of guy who is like that. But when it came to certain boyfriends/husbands of my GFs? I don�t know. I don�t want my friends to be all jealous and leery of me around their guys cuz I wouldn�t go there.

Probably it was just drunken flirting and I�m making too much out of it? Because Hub had his eye on me all fucking night and didn�t object to anything. (Mostly because the one fleeting moment I had alone with Bo--an entire ten fucking seconds, don�t get too excited--was not witnessed by him. And �there� I would go, btw).

Anyway. I need to wrap this up now as much I�d like to get into this more. It�s hot, and I have to figure out what to make for lunch for these kids. I think they�re getting a bit sick of ham & cheese sandwiches. I just don�t cook in this weather.

I�m out, yo.

Listening to: Fans blasting away.

Currently reading: "Just For Kicks" Susan Andersen.

Thinking about: Guess.