I'm on vacation for a few days, but it's more of a staycation since I'm not planning to leave town. As it is, I might not even leave my house, because when I did today to go to a lunch meeting at work (which Kristin and Richie offered to reschedule, but I declined), pick up a book my friend Donna put on reserve for me at the library, and stop at McKay's to trade in some books, this happened:
108 degrees? I realize the car was parked in the sun, but still, 108 degrees?
It is officially too hot to leave the house for the rest of the day.
Just because I stayed in, though, doesn't mean I didn't find something fun to do, besides reading, cleaning the bathroom, making hummus, and playing video games. I've been saving something special for a rainy day, but a scorchingly hot day when you can't go outside without drying out like a piece of jerky totally counts, too. My home confinement meant that it was time to amuse myself with something truly special:
Gummi candy finger puppets.
Unlike the gummi hot dog, which sort of vaguely looked like a hot dog but could have also been a gummi internal organ, the gummi candy finger puppets are shockingly detailed and true to the original Marvel Comics source material. They're not perfect, but they are clearly recognizable as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man:
reformed alcoholic Iron Man:
the jade giant, the emerald berserker known as the Incredible Hulk:
and the man who's the best he is at what he does, and what he does isn't pretty:
Wolverine, an amnesiac hairy hundred year old five foot tall Canadian who is somehow the epitome of "cool" in the Marvel Universe. Of course, Wolverine will be finding it a little bit more difficult than usual to claw things since I ate his arms:
But sometimes that's just how these things go.