Not to be a nudge, but I really can't wait for Autumn.
Sitting still provokes profuse sweating. Maybe if I totally stopped moving it would be better. But I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to breathe, so that means I'll be moving even just a little bit.
The poor cats lay on the cool tile like floppy toys. The one cat has even resorted to jumping into the sink when the water is on so he can get soaked.
The boy maintains his coolness by only exercizing his thumbs. I hear he's nearly a Jedi master or something close to it in one game. It's just too damn hot to do anything productive.
You know it's hot when ice cream actually looks good for dinner.
I think I'm going to eat a fudgcicle and pretend it's a salad tonight.
