.....when your first call of the day has to be to the air conditioner repair guy! Help me, John!
Then the dog threw up all over my files that I stupidly had stacked on the floor. Why she wandered through the entire house to find the one place that it would be absolutely gross for her to throw up in, well, you've got me.
I had some more elevated thoughts to share with you this morning, but they've been driven from my head by heat and vomit.
And doesn't that sound lovely?