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It's hot. No, it's haaaaaht. (I tried it with o's and it looked like a reference to a crazed owl). Seriously, 89 degrees in Seattle is like 120 degrees in hell. I've never been a warm weather girl and while I like to pull out my short skirts and little tops a couple of times a year, this is just getting ridiculous. I suppose I should make the most of it - hay while the sun shines and all - since I'll be locked in dark buildings all summer. And I am starting to get chaco lines on my foot. I think poor B suffers the most. She just wasn't built for temperatures over 70 degrees and puts on this pathetic puss while she scooches up close to the fan. I hope the weather takes a turn for the colder before the fan turns B's eyes into little raisens.