My living room is 8 billion degrees. Opening the door makes it hotter. I need to get out of here and go somewhere air conditioned, but I have been rendered immobile by the heat. Send help!
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I could mail a popsicle.
You can have some of our cool. I think it's about 60 (if that) and overcast. We're supposed to hit a high of 61 today!
Two out of the three auditors are gone.
It is muggy outside. We never get muggy like this. But there is no global warming. No sir.
Anyone who doesn't believe in global warming should come to Alaska, I always say, today's temp notwithstanding.
Kristin--go to the Buena Vista Library. It has scads of cool books and periodicals, a big parking lot, it's gorgeous, AND it's air conditioned!
I've got nine loads of laundry in the dryer. Oof.
It's hot! It's crazy hot in San Francisco. It's... ::goes to check::
71! OMG, I might die.
::sucks on iced blended mocha::
71 !! That sounds heavenly!
I was outside around lunch time, it was 87 or so according to the bank clock, but it felt hotter. blergh. I'm thinking I need a parasol for the icky walk up from the parking lot to the building.
I've got nine loads of laundry in the dryer.
That's some dryer!
Robin, that is an excellent idea! Perhaps I shall...