...of perspiration/expiration.

I am a certifiable sun nut. I love to sunbathe, preferably where people can't judge me in my bikini, like on my deck (which I'm sure Creepy Neighbor has his binoculors firmly aimed at)...but it is stinkin' hot here in good ol' Pennsylvania, with the humidity it feels more like 105 F. So of course, the person I turn to in my melting time of need is John who can do nothing about it. Still, I send him this message:

So hot.stop. Send pool. stop. Pool boy optional. stop.