I just watched a Russian flash mob dancing to "Puttin' on the Ritz," so that song is stuck in my head. I don't mind, though, because whenever I get to the line "puttin' on the Ritz" I sing it like Peter Boyle did in the movie Young Frankenstein. And when I do that I crack myself up!! I crack myself up a lot! Good thing, too, because few other people or things do.
It's very hot here in central Texas. I don't think anyone is surprised. My front lawn is turning brown, so I think I'll turn on the sprinkler for awhile this evening. It was quite green before I mowed. I sprinkled some grass seed in the back yard and have been trying to keep that wet so it will germinate. No, I didn't sprinkle any sod over the seed. I'll take my chances.
I've volunteered to transcribe interviews with women who served in the military. I've received my first interview and really need to start transcribing. It's hard to start anything like that when you're tired all the time. I had an excuse when I was waiting for a power cord for my MacBook, but I've got that now and can start at any time.
I frequently buy pre-cooked hamburger patties from a local store called H-E-B. Last time I went shopping they didn't have the plain, quarter-pound burgers that I usually buy, so I got "cheeseburger" patties instead. I didn't like them as much. They're okay in a pinch, but the cheese tastes like Velveeta and the burger as a whole is quite salty. I like salty foods, but this was a tad too salty even for me. Today I'm cooking a big pot of ham and beans. Yum! I love ham and beans. (Sorry, God. I hope You can forgive me.) (Is it okay to eat ham? I don't think so. I think God's rules on what we eat still hold true today. But that's something for a different blog post.)