70 degrees and captive

It’s upward of 70 degrees outside in the Metro D.C. region today, which doesn’t do me a shit bit of good ’cause the shackles are around my ankles at my desk. Luckily, I have a huge-ass window, so at least I can appreciate daylight-saving time in some regard!

But what I notice when the weather gets warmer is that the women wear more skirts, ostensibly to catch a breeze. And I hate to say it, but the warmer the weather, the more inclined I am to wear pants. Not because I want to strangle my hoo-ha, but because if I wear a skirt without pantyhose, the friction of my thighs rubbing together could cause a fucking four-alarm fire. And I just can’t deal with pantyhose because I haven’t shaved my legs in a week I usually end up spearing them with my fingernails and ruining them before I even have them fully pulled on.

In any event, it’s a Wednesday — the (no-time-to) hump day. So, I’d better get humpin’ — er, hoppin’. 🙂

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