Do your boobs sweat too?

I know it’s not like I’m the only person in a hot climate in the United States but damn, it’s hot out there. The high today is 93 with a heat index of 103. My ginormous tatas are telling me that at 10:30 this morning, it felt like at least 103. This morning I took the kids to meet some friends at the local splash park, we go there at exactly 10:00 when it opened. I opened the car door and it was like getting hit in the face with my nephews sweaty lacrosse shirt. It was wet and hot and stunk. I changed Courtney in the car and by the time I got us all ready to head in, I was sweating. By the time I got Patrick ready, I was dripping. And by the time we’d been there for 10 minutes, I was soaked. My shirt was wet, my shorts were wet and when I looked down, I could see the sweat just running down my chest. Frankly, it was gross.  I’m sure I was the vision of beauty, sweat glistening off my brow (read: dripping off my nose). What’s the point of buying deodorant anyway? Am I supposed to be rubbing it across my forehead as well as in my pits? It’s a good thing I’m already married, I’d never find a hunk to marry me this summer. Of course, if I don’t bathe at least twice a day, my hunk won’t even want to be in the same room with me. Hell, I don’t even want to be in the same room with me. Nasty. Maybe the best way to guarantee some solitude and “me” time is to stop bathing all together, even Patrick will figure out how to fend for himself. Now there’s a thought…

Seriously, I’m not leaving the house again. This time I mean it.

LOOK, PICTURES! But not of my boobs. I’m sure your devastated.

Patrick is NOT enjoying himself. Good thing I was there to get it on film. You know, take pictures of his misery.

Aren’t you impressed, 327 words talking about my sweaty boobs but really it’s a post about the weather. Awesome. I’m the epitome of dull. But the 2 of you that have made it this far must be related to me because why else would you still be reading? Thanks dad!