I'm about to be a bad neighbor.

I like my neighbors very much, I really do. But I'm running away on the neighborhood block party. Which is going to take place right outside my house in the middle of the day. Yesterday we hit 100 degrees. Today it will be just as hot. There is no shade out there.

So I'm a bad neighbor, but damn, I don't want to sit out there under the blazing sun in 100 degree heat eating hotdogs when I can be inside a nice, cool mall shopping for shoes, or sitting in Barnes and Noble with 400 calories of a Starbucks something.

And I really wish they weren't doing it right in front of my house, it's going to drive the dogs apeshit. I'll have to put both of them in their crates with chewies before I go out, and hope that they get bored enough to sleep through it. Otherwise Murphy will bark himself hoarse with frustration because there's a party going on and he's missing it. He doesn't understand that even if I stayed here and participated I couldn't bring either dog out there in that heat, it's bad for both of them, they are heat-sensitive breeds. So I'll settle them down for naps and bug out before the festivities begin. I do feel guilty about it, but I do need to get these errands done too.

I really do feel guilty about it. But not quite guilty enough to stay here.