Yeah, But It's a Wet Heat
The national heatwave has made it's way to the Pacific Northwest--100 degrees today--and the dogs have settled into their favorite roles: dying martyrs. The fans are just blowing the humidity up our asses. I'm gonna have to take them to my parent's house (see how I get to use them, rather than admit I'm a heat pussy?).
The folks are one of the ten households in Washington with central air, so I'm going to take advantage of that. Plus, they've got Showtime OnDemand. When I break from writing I'm gonna take in another couple of episodes of Dexter.
The upside of the heat is it makes henna tattoos set quicker. I got my new pack of cones yesterday and I'm planning a big tribal spider design for Caroline's back (if she can stand an hour of my dabbling, I'll take a picture of it and post it). I don't draw, but there's something about sketching on skin. By the end of the month, the left side of my body will be covered in brown doodles.
The folks are one of the ten households in Washington with central air, so I'm going to take advantage of that. Plus, they've got Showtime OnDemand. When I break from writing I'm gonna take in another couple of episodes of Dexter.
The upside of the heat is it makes henna tattoos set quicker. I got my new pack of cones yesterday and I'm planning a big tribal spider design for Caroline's back (if she can stand an hour of my dabbling, I'll take a picture of it and post it). I don't draw, but there's something about sketching on skin. By the end of the month, the left side of my body will be covered in brown doodles.
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Maybe later, I'll go down to the tack store and pick up some blinders.