Our A.C. has been broken all weekend.  Di and I thought we were unable to work the blasted box and had to deal with the temperature being at 89.  (Yes, 89 degrees…..)

(Also, Di and I are now referring to ourselves as Princess Diana and Hillary Clinton on our nights out….)

But, then again it is summertime, and I am itching to go to the beach (or to a pool…ours open in a week!).  And listening to Best Coast and Bethany singing about summertime and boys isn’t helping any.

I just need to make it to next Sunday then I am free to bask on my roof in DC and imagine I am somewhere exotic.  Means I get to pull out the big sunhat, right?  Wonder if I can try to sneak some sand up and really pretend to be at the beach….

Oh well.  Maybe I’ll opt to have a picnic down by the waterfront and attempt to make friends with some guys that own a boat.   Or maybe I’ll take a spontaneous train ride to Annapolis….

xoxo

Hillary Rose

PS:  Hope you are enjoying YOUR OWN A.C.