It's hot.

Today I was smart enough to war a long sleeved button-down over a tank top. Then I was smart enough to walk all the way from my job at NGJ to Amber's with the long sleeved button-down. Then I was smart enough to decline a ride from Mike on his monster machine with the long sleeved button-down. Then I was smart enough to believe Justin when he texted and said all the doors would be unlocked in the long sleeved button-down. Then I was smart enough to go sliding my hands along every dusty, spider-filled surface to find the key in the long sleeved button-down because Justin was smart enough to lie to me.

But what I am actually smart enough to do is go into their house, drink their kombucha, use their computer, and then steal their car in the the long-sleeved button down so I can go up to my in-laws house a half a mile away and await my very own personal Prince Charming as he rides in on his white truck to sweep me off my feet and feels sorry for me that I have been wearing a long sleeve button-down all day. Amber and Justin will never find out how much havoc I have wrecked! Never will they know! I love being smart enough...