Why is it always on the hottest days that things skew over and head directly for the proverbial shitpile? I'm just saying.
All I'm going to say is that it's possible to ask a friend who's already doing you a favor for one thing too much, especially on a day when it's already triple digits outside and she's cranky and damp just from walking to the car.
And I still have to teach this afternoon.
Dammit. I just want to strip off my clothes and stand in front of the A/C in my skivvies until it cools down some in here.
