The heat index today and tomorrow is 105-110 degrees. We may get a cool down to the mid 90s on Friday before the rubber band snaps and we're right back in hotter-than-hell weather.
As much as I want to see some wolf puppies, I cannot take a walking, hour long tour in this kind of heat. Maybe next weekend. This weekend, an outdoor date is, well, out the door.
On our way to the movies last weekend, I talked to the husband about how nice a picnic date would be. He opened his mouth. Shut it again. Laughed a quick laugh. Did his serious expression. Scratched at his little goatee, which he does when he is thinking about something deeply. He was at a loss for words.
"Honey," he said finally, "you are not a picnic-type of girl."
I was a little taken aback by this. I made the big shocked face (opened my mouth and eyes as wide as they would go) and held it for a very long, dramatic moment. He laughed but I could tell he was serious.
"It is not like I'm saying I want to go spelunking! Jesus!" I am shocked and appalled.
I'm admittedly not the sort of girl who does well when you mix the outdoors with the athletic. No camping for me. I can, however, sit on a blanket and have a snack. Despite our conversation (in which I stated my case that yes, I could possibly be a picnic person), he still had very intense reservations about my ability to enjoy such a date.
No, I don't want to have a picnic in 110 degrees. It won't be in the belly of summer when the bugs are the thickest and the heat the heaviest. Yes, I will wear 4 of those little skeeter fans that keep the bugs away. I am super excited about planning a tasty, mobile meal. We can bring Mav and give her a rope with a rawhide on it! I see no issue bringing along a dog that is solely motivated by food. It'll be fun!
My husband would not stop laughing at me. He could barely contain himself once my defenses included things like "It' be great after the first frost!" and "It's a step away from eating in the car at Sonic!"
My husband once took a vacation where he spent a week hiking through the Grand Canyon. Beautiful photos, he took. He did not focus on the fact that there were no showers. No restrooms. He hiked the Grand Canyon. Oh hell no. I get that I am not that type of girl.
But a picnic? I mean, how could that not possibly be lovely? He agreed that we could certainly try it. The knowing expression on his face was not lost on me, though.
Then, the next day, he started telling me all about Meramec Caverns.
And how you don't need to take a course or anything like that in order to tour the caves!
And it's like 50 degrees year round since it's underground!
The tours are handicapped accessible!
Which means that this happy wife should be able to do it! Happily! Wooo-whoooo!
How on earth did my wanting to go on a picnic lead to this idea? A + B = a ham sandwich. I am... With the... Wait, what?
I'm up for trying new things. I really am. So instead of immediately saying no, I gave myself a moment. And I thought it might be fun. I also thought about how it might mean I need to be attached by cables and ropes to the ceiling of caves and that didn't sound like a good idea but I pushed that aside. Focused on how excited the prospect was to the hubby. It's on the list now.
But this weekend, maybe we should plan on a nice, stay at home date. In the air conditioning. We haven't quite been able to do that yet. When we stay home, we end up working on our own things or averting whatever crisis comes up. If we do spend time together, it usually means we watch something from Netflix. So far it's been easier out of the house and I would like that to change.
And that means that for it to change, we need to change it. Up. For. The. Challenge. Of this weekend and future weekends!
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