• You come home and your cats are laying in the bathtub
  • You come home and the garage door to your apartment complex won’t open because the motor burnt out
  • You come home to an apartment that is hovering around 88 degree’s despite having the woefully underpowered air conditioner on all day
  • The wax on the 32 oz McDonald’s Coke container you half drank last night and forgot to dump out has melted during the day, causing it to lose any ability to hold liquid and you come home to a nice think syrupy sludge all over your coffee table.

    • Yeah it’s been an interesting day.

    What I’d like to know is what the hell is wrong with cats? I mean, it’s roasting in my apartment, my thermostat says 88 degrees and my cats still want to lay on me. What the hell? Get off of me you little four-legged heat generators.

    I wonder though, since the human body has a lower temperature than a cat does by about two degrees or so, if I actually feel cool to them when it’s this hot. I doubt it, but I can’t think of anything else that would explain why they would still want to lay on me.

    Thankfully, there is a severe thunderstorm on its way, and with it comes a cold front. I love watching thunderstorms and the cold front is 2 days overdue as far as I’m concerned.