Four days of intense sun fire - wiiiide open blue sky and hot, humid heat. It's the humid part that sucks. You touch a door handle and... hello - stickiness.
But now comes the bummer. Rain and mentioned conditions equals smelly fishbowl feeling. Yuck.
Bless my brother's room (coldest in the house). No blessing on himself. He's a guy. Which means in his case: I am MAN. Hear me roar. And get me pizza. Oh and could you wash my clothes, tidy the bathroom,...
Not. Cool. At All.
Gotta find a way to melt myself back together. And my sisters who are kinda sorta stuck to me. School holiday is a wonderful thing. *sarcasms*
(Woah, sticky melty weather makes icky, bitchy Mercy... Phew?!)
P.S. We did use waterguns in the house last weekend - wood and stone floors don't care. ^^