If you can't take the heat, stay out of the midwest. Damn, it's hot! -There, that's my rant. Short lived yet emphatic.

The inlaws came to visit over the weekend. I adore my husband's parents and really have no complaints to speak of when it comes to them. They are fun, open minded, quick witted and they have the biggest hearts of any two people you could ever meet. I finally got to have some good heart to heart talks with my mother in law. I think we both feel really comfortable around each other and I find her really easy to talk to. In the midst of this wonderful visit, we had a minor ant invasion. Not the little sugar ants that invade the kitchen. I'm talkin' big ol' honkin' carpenter ants. They were marching out of the wall in a steady stream, through the guest bedroom. Why do these things only happen when I have company? I was mortified. Fortunately, the hubby went to the harware store and bought some poison free ant killer. Can you say "minty fresh" The main ingredient is mint oil. Wow!!! This house smells like a fresh pack of chewing gum. I kinda like it. -Teehee!

Speaking of catastophic events. My car seems to be trying to kill me. Maybe it's just trying to kill itself and I'm just in the way. I'm not really sure, but either way, it will not be driven. Between the exhaust leeking into the passenger compartment, the broken hood latch that prevents me from opening the hood to see what the hell is going on in there, much less add vital fluids, the various shorts in the electrical system that cause the doors to lock and unlock randomly, the passenger door that only opens when it wants to, and the most recent one... the power steering went out and the steering column started smoking. There was thick, black smoke coming out of the steering column as if the car was sending me smoke signals saying "Please, pull my distributor cap and put me out of my misery." Which incidently, looks alot like the smoke signal for "I am possesed by demons and am trying with every ounce of Oldsmobile force I have left to kill you while you drive me. You know I hate I-35, right?" -So... the car sits. I think I heard it laughing at me. I'm pretty sure it said "Buy Japanese."