The weather much of the past week was a horrible cross between science experiment and cruel joke. The air was warm and pudding-thick, testing my deodorant, the sticking power of my SPF (huge, drippy fail as far as my eyeballs are concerned), and the boundaries of my hair. On the Fourth of July, I applied for an emergency follicular zoning permit.
If you were in the northern hemisphere on the planet Earth this past week, you know what I’m talking about. Continue reading Surviving Summer Funtimes: Week the Third