I'm hot

And I don't just mean good-looking, which I am. I mean, it's 94 right now when it's supposed to be 74. This is a picture from 2008 showing how I feel about hot days.

I like them. A lot. They make me smile and I can stretch luxuriously in the grass, bathed in glorious sunlight. Today I decided I would take a nap in the sun. Now, according to the minion, we live in an apartment complex and the front yard is *technically* not mine to just gad about in. Whatever gad about means, it does not sound like something I would do (Celeste, maybe). So she was perturbed that I dropped with a mighty sigh in the middle of the grass. I told her my beauty was far more important than her comfort. This left her unamused (does not take much, btw).

Anyways, I demanded the minion get a book and read a bit while I enjoyed my time in the spotlight of sun-star shiny goodness. I pointedly reminded her that *I COULD NOT READ* (I talk fine) even though I would like to, so she should be a bit more appreciative that I even let her read while I sunbathed. Again, not amused. Whatever. The minion lasted five minutes before being defeated by the sun-star. I, of course, could have lasted hours, but I decided to let the minion feel okay by sitting next to her in the shade.

Then we went inside where Celeste claimed the sun was The Global Warmings (her words) and she would defeat it properly one of these days. I think this is a great idea and we should send Celeste up in a rocket ship to the sun where she can battle it one-on-one in a duel. Minion, as usual, did not find my suggestion appealing.