"Oh! That's where Martha Stewart went to prison!"
It is hot here. No. Hot is not the right word. Sweltering. We swelter in our studio apartment, with our one and a half fans and two panting animals (yes, cats do pant when they're hot and have over-exerted themselves by back-flipping off of futon sofas). Luckily there is a solution. There is a air-conditioner at Jason's old apartment that Dan is letting us take (yay Dan). We hope to pick it up on Friday, in Scott's car ... that way, perhaps we can take both the air-conditioner and Mr. Jackson to the neighborhood bar.
posted by Empress Girl @ 11:27 PM
2 Comments:
hey, that sounds all right with me.
Hey there Wendi! I tried to e-mail you earlier this week and it bounced back to me. Anyway, our cat Finn, who is almost a year old, pants when he runs around for a LONG time outside. We had never seen any of our other cats do that until him. He is just so excited to be outside that he runs all over. When he finally slows down, he pants like crazy!! It's also been hot as he** here too!! How funny!!??
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