hot hot hot

Yesterday's movie of choice for our heat-addled brains was Sky High, which wasn't bad at all, although honestly, maybe it was just the relief of getting out of our hellhole of an office that made it seem better than it is. Even Mark finishing off about a third of my Big Bucket of chips wasn't enough to put me in a bad mood.


And of course we all swooned over Warren Peace (whatever his name is in real life) because he is so hot. Considering that he's only 18 years old makes us a bunch of shameless cradlesnatchers.

Why weren't the boys that hot when I was 18? I knew I should've been born later.