Boob Sweat

Seriously.

I *swore* I wouldn’t do this….but apparently I lied.

That, or I truly forgot, after this intense, record-breaking winter, just how hot “hot” is…

Added to that…we haven’t had a hot day up here since…mid April? Or early May? And here we are on the cusp of August and it is Fucking-Assed HOT.

My boobs are sweating. My feet are sweating. My fucking *ears* are sweating. I can’t write because the only porn I can imagine just now is having someone run an ice cube up and down my body and watching it vaporize into steam immediately.

Seriously. The heat can just stop. Now.

*going back to lay in front of the fans*

(nope, no A/c here…we hardly ever need it–besides, isn’t that what Walmart is for?)