That DC summer life

It gets hot here.  And by hot, I mean there was a week where it was exclusively in the 90s with super high humidity.  I could feel myself melting into a little puddle of Caitie.  My roommate calls me a "delicate flower" because I wilt in the heat so fast.


Well this snowdrop is wishing she was back home.  I'm meant to live in an igloo, not a Dutch oven, thank you very much.  And it's too damn hot here already.

Bye guys.  Too hot out

The heat has scrambled my brain.  You can have more stories some other time.  Sometime when I'm not melting.  Whenever that is.