The Threat

In preparation for the next week, which is predicted to be sweltering 85-90 degree weather and high humidity (ok, maybe not sweltering for you southerners, but in Duluth? C'mon, that's what I came here to get away from!) Mother Nature has granted us with 4 days of jeans-and-sweatshirt weather. 60's. Ok, maybe not really sweatshirt weather, but I can fake it.

This has been an all around decent summer as far as the weather goes. I can't really complain, since the average temperature has been something like 67 since the official "start of summer." But I was hoping to make it over to the Head o Lakes fair in Superior this weekend. If its 100 degrees, I am going to be crabby and miserable. I am not going to want to smell manure and pet animals whose hair will then stick to my sweaty places (all my places, would be my guess with temps like that!) I am not going to want to stand in line to ride shitty rides that are held together with cotter pins and duct tape. I am MOST DEFINITELY not going to want to have to take my newly potty-trained 2 1/2 year old into a port-a-jon over and over, with my 4 month old in tow. I am not going to want to smell greasy carnies or greasy food (right, who am I kidding?! Being on a diet sucks when there are corn dogs and cotton candy and real dairy ice cream to be had.)

I already mentioned it to the kids, so I can't really reneg on it either. Those little fuckers have memories like elephants, but I can only hope with the lingering excitement of packing for hockey camp and Camp Miller, they will forget! I doubt Zane will let them, though, since he already made sure he was tall enough to ride the big kid rides with the tape measure, like 8 times.