Just kidding. It’s not. It’s freaking hot as hell. If hell was approximately 96 degrees. Then it would be exactly as hot as hell. Whatever, there’s no need to be exact, just know that it most definitely IS NOT starting to feel like fall.
My hoodies and jeans and boots are very sad. I walked by my closet the other day and I’m pretty sure I saw tears dripping from the shoe rack. Then I realized Charlotte had thrown her wet bathing suit in there, and that’s what the tears were. Which made me cranky all over again because it reminded me it’s so hot outside that we take frequent dips in the pool.
I like passion tea lemonade…but c’mon. It’s time to order a hot drink in the middle of the day and not feel stupid.
But for now —