To the window, to the wall
To the sweat drip down my balls
To all these bitches crawl
To all skeet skeet motherfucker, all skeet skeet god damn

Nothing else seems appropriate for how hot it was the other day. Remind Megan and I not to take outfit photos at the hottest point of the day, during the hottest week of the year. #BloggersGottaBlog. 

As an incurable optimist, I can't help but appreciate the hilarious memories we made while trying not to pass out and dabbing our foreheads. I mean, we would have never taken a ride on the carousel down in Shenley Park if we weren't desperate to feel a little breeze on our face.