I am pretty sure I am melting. That is the only way to explain it. Utah is not humid enough for me to be sweating this much. Or at least it isn't supposed to be. Maybe I should blame global dampening.
Anyhoo, before I electrocute myself by touching my computer with wet hands I thought I would let you know where you can find me on the Interwebs today. Over at Sprocket Ink I have a piece about how you can rent friends, and they won't even care much you sweat. And at Tired and Stuck I wrote about going back to the pill container in the name of my uterus.
Come back tomorrow though. I'm sure I will have something witty to say. I mean, unless I melt.
Now, if you'll excuse me, Meg and I are going to lie on the lawn and eat popsicles under the sprinkler.
