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Sizzling Hot

No, I'm not talking about the picture of Viggo Mortenson that Fronty posted on his blog. (SUCH a disappointment it was). Today the weather is climbing near the 100 mark and as well all know, this does not please me.



Especially since the FREAKIN' AIR CONDITIONING is STILL not hooked up in my house.

So, at the moment that I write this entry, I am ensconced in the downstairs office of the house overlooking the water with icy-cold air being blown at me from the vents. I'm in heaven. I may not go home tonight.

I'm not kidding.

I'm off to do some writing and researching. Stay cool y'all.

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  1. jromer1:16 AM

    it is too hot now.

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  2. jromer2:41 AM

    i lose 17 lbs. on the way too work every day. my eye make up is on my chin, my rouge and lipstick is in my lap and whatever semblance of hairstyle is long gone.

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  3. Unknown10:16 AM

    I hear ya babe. I don't even bother with makeup in this weather except for a bit of eyeliner. The rest just melts off anyway.

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  4. Frontier Editor8:50 PM

    I must say that I feel so cheapened with the expectation that I provide soft-core pornography to the female element of blogger.com

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  5. jromer1:46 AM

    he said with a giggle.

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  6. WithinWithout9:24 PM

    Now that you mention it, I have the same problem with my eye-liner and my hair just goes all straight.

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  7. Carmenzta9:03 AM

    Pammy, my heart goes out to you, No AC is the pits.

    WW: I love Marving the Martian! ("There is no sign of intelligent life on Earth")

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