It's the heat. And the humidity.
But thank goodness it's a clammy, wet, dirty sort of disgusting urban heat + collective crowd sweat humidity here in NYC.
Couldn't be just one or the other. Of course not. Why go small?
Not gonna lie. I've decided to get all European on August and
hereby declare this entire month moot.
And ridiculous for working.
Please join me in in my mind staycation.
There, we'll be lolling about in a quaint knotted hammock...
as the breezes kiss our bare feet & playfully ruffle our sun-kissed hair...
when we may or may not muster up enough energy to tap some
tropical topics relevant to peeks of something sneaky called fanfiction.
Decisions, decisions. They take time. And effort. Ergo, we don't like them.
Do we hit 'enter' - or do we squeeze a lime wedge to make that latest cocktail perfection?
Do we wonder what's for dinner - or do we merely beckon the pool boy to ask Cook
before our afternoon massage?
*Little fun fact: evidently, it takes up to five highly qualified & uniformed professionals
to thoroughly maintain your pool area. Who knew?*
More important: does my new nail polish compliment
the plumeria blossoms just beyond our deck?
If you have more energy than I do, please post a tantalising tidbit to tempt even the most languid of mental lanai loungers into lifting a finger to read all about Edward's singer. (Although at this point, I'm just happy my blood is still pumping... much less belting out showtunes
to beckon any bouffant boy vamps not already in the Hamptons or on the Cape.)
Don't forget to post an excerpt & a live link to your story.
And this just in: there's always one
in every bunch, isn't there?
Above AP photo picked up of ValWaltzing paddling wildly to the other side of our island, where rumour has it
The Professor has set up some coconut-and-curly-wire receptor thing to snag Starz signals
in time for the next Outlander episode.
Well, at least I hope she brings back some bananas. Or more bananas, I should say.