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.