It's 87 degrees inside my apartment and I have two words for you--Otter Pops. Nothing cools you down like sucking down some flavored frozen liquid. I only have two left from Royfest and I'm savoring them.
Last night, I picked Tami up from LAX--I REALLY hate that airport--and didn't get home until 12:45. I am tired today. But back to last night, Tami asked me at 8:30 to pick her up and I had already gotten comfortable for the evening. I was halfway to the 101 on ramp when I couldn't help noticing that my seat belt fit better and OH MY GOD my boobs are in the way. They are never in the way this much. What gives? Oh, that's right. I took my bra off when I got home so my untethered mammaries were migrating to their natural gravity-induced location at my waist and spread to the side. It was really bothersome for shifting.
Finally, I give you this:
Welcome to LA. We have given up trying to grow grass along our freeways and have resorted to just painting the dirt green.