I am hot. Not in the “wah-wah-wah” *whistle whistle* kind of way, but in the “I’m going to bathe in a tub of ice cubes…those cute star-shaped ones in fact”…
Summer is my least favorite month. The kids are out of school and we send them to camp (essentially paying them to play), you have to mow a bizillion times and you can’t go outside without having to take a shower afterward. I think I took three showers the other day. Three Cold ones. Madison said, “Mommy, you are super clean today.” Sadly, after about an hour or so, I was not.
