Sunday, August 26, 2012


I'm back!
I finished my house-sitting gig and am now back to spending a hot weekend any way I want.

Unfortunately, by "hot" weekend I mean it's 90 degrees.  Not "hot" in the sense of being surrounded by sexy muscle-bound pool boys.

I don't even own a pool.

And I seriously prefer nerds over muscle-bound jocks.

I'd take Leonard Hofstadter or Mike Mills over a muscle-bound jock any day.
Something about the black glasses and all those pulsating brain cells...
Yes, it's definitely getting hot in here.

Sorry.  I can't help it.



nonamedufus said...

I think I'd like to see you teach a house to sit. After that do you teach it to roll over, sit up and beg, fetch the stick?

Janna said...

nonamedufus: Actually it sits quite well. That's ALL it does. 24 hours a day.