Monday, July 03, 2006
I'm over it.
Screw this. I was trying to be a good stay-at-home-wife and clean the flat top to bottom today but I'm about to sweat to death or pass out. I can't tell which anymore. I can't handle this. I'm going to Starbucks and sit in the air conditioning. Icy cold lattes and F. Scott Fitzgerald are calling my name. Whoever decided this country didn't need A/C in homes was a complete moron.