rylie

It's been deliciosly hot out these last few days. I'm once again being sucked into my eternal love affair with summer.

Summer is a fickle love. Come October, it'll break my heart.


But till then I shall happily walk around the house in no more than one layer, happily enforcing the new house rule of 'No more than 2 clothing layers between any two people at any givin time'.

Silly kitties and their silly fur are gonna drive me mad though. They're just like little (or big) balls of extra heat, just waiting to attack you and devour your soul.

If I didn't think it would hurt a lot, I'd call for an Ice cube fight.

In it's place, anyone else like water balloons?