Hotter than the sun

Today could be about as hot as the sun, working outside. I feel for those that work on rooftops and roads; laying that asphalt has to be one of the hottest jobs around. The city has been doing a lot of paving at night or after five pm here.
I’ve been out some today and thought melting in my clothes was an option. Maybe later on this afternoon the summer showers will pop up and make everything nice and muggy. That’s always a pleasure having mud or grass stuck to your neck. When I do go home at night I grab the hose pipe and rinse off before going in the house. So I don’t scum up the place upon entering.
We are thinking the cuties (twins) will be here soon enough, well not soon enough for me. I want to pinch their cheeks and have them make pouty faces.
Jacks is in baby mode as well, he bought over 150 bucks worth of baby items in the last two days, of course he has a baby shower in his office to prepare for as well. He said the lady at the register looked at him like he was crazy when he walked up with onesies and bibs and caps and lotions and wipes and socks and few other assortments of baby items. His buggy was nearly full, he smiled at her and said “Kids, they need so much!” I told him he successfully made her think you have brats now.
I guess that’s where this blog is leading today, what people think or how they think. Jess and I had an in-depth conversation about how some people are nutcases and how to interact with them. I suggested my PGs method of “If you want to get rid of a stray, don’t feed it.” Sounds pretty natural to me, some people are so unhappy with their lives they have to have some drama floating about them. As if it gives them meaning in life.
Luke used to date this one girl that would start a fight mid week with him just to make things spicy and then “makeup” with him on the weekend. I asked him how he could deal with it and he would say “Oh Wednesdays and Thursdays were hell but wow I loved the weekends!” I guess so.
But why, what makes a person “Happy” in seeing someone having to deal with your turmoil?

*side note* Rest well Farrah, you will be missed. Cancer is a bitch.