Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Pearls of Wisdom. Or something.

It's going to be buggerly hot tomorrow. I do not enjoy the heat at all, but I REALLY hate it when the calendar says September.

September is for sweaters and mini skirts and tights and warm boots.

NOT for wondering how bad the b.o. will be when you sweat through your suit walking from your car to work. That's just fucking wrong.


In other news, I had a nice weekend and I hope you did, too.

I'm looking forward to next weekend (although I'm not NOT looking forward to this weekend) because I'm getting a haircut (Ann Baxter, here I come) and then I'm going to lunch with some friends.

"Just like girlfriends. With hats on!"

(Celeste Holm in All About Eve) (Yes, I'm still stuck on that)


  1. I WISH September was all sweaters and boots and stuff here. Sadly, we have no fall or autumn or whatever you want to call it. The suit + sweat = b.o. thing? We got that.

  2. UCK. So gross. How can you watch football in that heat?

    How do they PLAY football in that heat?

    Although that wouldn't seem to make a difference for UofM.


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