I'm finding myself saying 'What the-' far far too many times.
These days I'd just enjoy walking, I don't have the hips for anything else.
It's been 39 degrees this week. Even blinking makes me sweat.
You know it's too hot outside when your measurement of whether or not to go outside and do adulting is whether or not you have to put a bra on for it.
'Feel it Still' by Portugal the Man inspired me to write like a hurricane!