Day Two

I posted most of the details here.


The poor man I married is putting up with a bear. He was reaching for pita chips and the bear bit his head off. He just came in with the tortillas and said, "Did you say these are all right?"

For the last time, vegetables and fruit only! growled the bear.

We're also still dealing with air conditioning issues. I'm locked up in my room with a little wall unit. I don't know how Kelly can stand being upstairs without air on!

The food itself hasn't been the problem. The prep and the planning and the heat (my kitchen doesn't have any air vents in the first place, and this makes it that much worse).

Could I just sleep through this?