I'm so hot

The title is not, sadly, a reference to any blazing new sense of self-love, but rather my constant battle cry over the last week or so. I'm having a tough time adjusting to the fact that I no longer live a mile from the beach with its beautiful ocean breezes and constant high temperature of 70F. Here at the new homestead, the new "norm" is mid-80s during the day and "lows" of 62. With my air conditioning malfunctioning, it leaves it really hot upstairs where the bedrooms are, and that's not a good thing when you're trying to sleep. The repairman came out today and told me that a cap had been left off of the unit outside which had allowed Freon to leak out and that was why it wasn't cooling things off inside; I hope he's right.

Just in case, however, I'm investing in a few more warm weather outfits courtesy of Lys. If people are going to be offended because of my fat arms, that's their problem. If they don't like seeing my fat tummy wrapped in beautiful, tangerine material, that's also their problem. My problem is that I really loathe being hot and I cannot go through the rest of the summer this way. Beautiful clothes know no weight limits - stand and be counted!