Jesus God it's fucking hot. Like, right now, at this very moment, 8pm, it is 90 degrees in my house. Not outside, but in the freaking house. I am cranky and crabby and pissed and hot. Very, very hot. As in temperature, not sexiness. Because saying, "It is too hot for you to even think about touching me!" is not sexy. Did I mention the hot?
I am having flashbacks to living in Phoenix. The hot there (My husband: But it's a dry heat! Me: So is an oven, and I wouldn't want to live in an oven!) was the primary reason I gladly accepted a move to California. But at least we had air conditioning in Phoenix.
I hate weather.