SassyBlonde

Oh my holy cow, it is (to borrow a phrase from Dan P) hotter than two rats screwing in a wool sock up here.

I am so done with heat rash, and with summer. The really crappy thing about teaching music lessons for a living is that about this time every year all of your income dries up for a couple of months when your pupils make a run for Cape Cod or Kennebunkport or wherever they spend their hard-earned (?) free time..

*sigh*.

So about this time every year we find ourselves scraping pennies and praying for a monetary windfall and shuckin' and jivin' so we don't fall behind on rent. You'd think, at age 30, we'd be past that, but shit happens and people lose their jobs and suddenly you're back to square one. And being afraid for your life, your self, and your sanity while you have a raging heat rash really doesn't help. Oy.