08 July 2007

I can't think nor write in this GD heat

I sat down last night and then again this morning prepared to write a what-to-wear-in-99-degree-heat post complete with an unrelated picture of the baby lovepuff sleeping on top of my wallet - his way of ensuring I don't leave without arousing his "you're-leaving-me-alone-again??" fury - and more topic-appropriate recommendations from both "If I had a sugar daddy..." and "Since I don't (yet)" price points, but on both occasions, I got as far as promoting a threads-free Tantric Sunday, tissue-tees and v-plunge linen cover-ups before the AC-free stifle of my apartment (the pup and I both prefer jungle hot over a faux cool) caused a complete creative-writing meltdown.


So while I'm out doing my best poolside impression of Eva in Capri (coinslot included), do me a favor and grant me a teensy bit of slack on the minimal creative output you'll see here today.


The kind of slack, I guarantee you, I won't be granted elsewhere...

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Anyone, hot or not, who talks about her dog this much needs a boyfriend.

Johanna said...

Perhaps...but the thing is, when I *did* have a boyfriend, I still talked about the pup this much -- perhaps even more.

Anyhoo, off to the pool!

J

intern in the city said...

if you had Monte, you'd talk about him this much, too. He's to die for.

Go to the pool! Take a break! But I'd love to see that list of recs upon your return...

nyc admirer said...

I had to look up "coinslot" on the web. Does that mean I'm too old to be reading your blog? So depressing...

brown bear '02 said...

If you get any tanner, you'll look like a Jersey girl. STOP NOW!

west coast devotee said...

DC people sure do think your ass needs a boyfriend. Come to L.A. -- no one here has respect for or the desire to be in a relationship!

The Eva Mendes' coinslot pic is money, btw.