It’s hotter than hot in Chicago, today, with the thermometer reading out at exactly 100 degrees still at almost 6pm.  (That’s almost a hefty 38, if you live in celsius-land.)

We shopped for eight solid hours today, again.  Shopping:  America’s pastime.  Still, there is a lot to be said for walking into a store and finding more than three choices for everything.  It’s not that I mind making do with whatever the stores have at home;  it’s just nice not to have to sometimes.

It’s nice enough that Mr. Tea spent some time in Bed, Bath and Beyond today musing out loud about how easy it’d be for us to just buy some land in the states and live here instead.  Amazingly, I cringed to hear him say that.  I guess it’s because I’ve already weighed the benefits of both places ten million times and still arrived at England as my answer.  I guess that still surprises me sometimes.