Dear Heat

Dear Heat,

                 I'm gonna need you to cool your jets.  Seriously, I’m being forced out into your uncomfortable temps dozens of times each day and it’s getting kind of old.  I get it--it’s summer and you haven’t had a chance to really rear your head the last couple years---August has been full of 80 degree temps and cool breezes but seriously, you gotta chill…and quick.  I’m about to die of heat exhaustion and tomorrow I have someone riding with me so it would be nice if he wasn’t forced to ride in my car with me smelling like a landscaper (not that I don’t like landscapers; I do, they just smell like they’ve been working in the yard all day and that isn’t exactly an scent you want to bottle…I’m just saying.)

Dying for a break,

Jillian