This is a pretty easy thing for me to not accomplish.
Heat and I,
we don't really get along. once it gets over about 24 degrees celcius, I
start to drown in my own sweat. Being a continuously sticky, shinny,
smelly mess [keep the thoughts clean! Or if you're going to have dirty
thoughts, send me some money via the donate button up the top] is not
something that appeals to me.
My wife on the other hand, could happily skip around being an energetic ball of joy in 36+ degrees.
She
tells me the tropical island getaway is going to happen one day. As
long as my mocktails have umbrellas and obnoxiously twirly crazy straws,
I might be able to survive.
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