Too Hot

What is it about extreme heat that seems to give me license to eat potato chips? Truth be told I have a long list of situations where potato chips (and I mean real potato chips-none of those baked things) seem appropriate and down right required.  When the big blackout hit NYC, my husband called to see what we needed before he made the trek up the 13 flights of stairs.  “Besides potato chips, what else do we need?”… He’s a very good man.

So we’re out of the office, feeling blessed not to be in the city–but still the heat is so intense that we are enjoying the World Cup (and the ac). Appropriate summer activities will follow later.

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