purple washcloth

last I checked, it was 89 degrees outside. EIGHTY. NINE. I'm melting. I told my honey that I'm a delicate flower and I can't take this kind of heat. He didn't have much sympathy.

darn texans and their heat tolerance...

I brought out the trusty purple washcloth for my migraine yesterday (it was a doozy) and tonight I think I'm going to slap it on my forehead and leave it there while I sleep.

which reminds me, I really should be sleeping right now.

ugh, I don't want to go to work... (insert whiny voice and stomping feet.) ah, the joys of being a grownup.