In the Sleeping House

It's the middle of the day and everyone is pooped out. The bisquit is sleeping, the hubby is sleeping, and let's face it - I'd like to be sleeping too. It's too hot to move outside so I guess it's appropriate to take an afternoon siesta. Summer is such a love/hate season. I crave the nice weather and love being outside, but I really am not a fan of hot and sticky unless we're talking a cinnamon roll.