Feelin' Hot - hot - hot...

I love summer, don't you. You wake up in the morning and the sun is already a-shinin' at 6:00 am...the birds are singing...you enjoy coffee on the back porch and your children tell you about their sleepy-time dreams last night (which, by the way, included spiderman and cowboy Cole and the itsy-bitsy-spider having a party.)

Then it's 8:50 am and you're dressed in your (unlined) BLACK pants suit, super-high stilettos (no stockings), and you take your jacket off for the 2 block walk to the courthouse....and the minute you leave your frigid dungeon office, you're sweating already. HOT HOT HOT. WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE SO HOT!?!?!? Ah, but then you enter the courtroom, and thanks to the glisten on your forehead (and every other inch of skin) and the thermostat set to 40 degrees because the judge is hot...your teeth are chattering.

Alas. That's really all I have to say today. It's hot. I am too hot to think of anything else, really.