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Melting Like A Witch

Remember the Wicked Witch of West from Wizard of Oz? It's hot enough here in DC to feel like the ole gal - 110 degrees for a feels like is a bit too cozy. (Hmmmm, if she hadn't said, "I'll get you my pretty and your little dog, too"...and hadn't laughed the way she did, I don't recall much else about that ole gal...typecasting, poor witch)

Speaking of heat...you know it's bad when a pair of Birkenstock sandals are placed outside to dry for a morning from being cleaned of cat whiz (hopefully all three are over their bitterness and getting along) and the soles curl out from the shoe. Oh, well.

Still haven't found a house. Another bid fell through since I last wrote. This time, probably due to our having a home inspection in the contract for informational purposes only (barring major repairs). If one had nothing to hide...shouldn't be an issue, ya know? This market is simply nuts.

Kim might be seeing some houses today but otherwise, we'll be coming to Jackson this weekend for Georgia's first birthday with family and some friends. Hopefully, we'll get a chance to see some of you one way or another.
Otherwise, looking forward to experience another form of heat and humidity. Woo-who! :)

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