That would be as in degrees. As in outside. As in, yeah, it’s f-ing hot.

Have I mentioned my aversion to extreme heat, and cold? I’m pretty sure I must have died crossing the Sahara and freezing in the Antarctic in another life. Make that lives. Surely, not the most pleasant of ways to depart.

So I have a prob when it gets really hot. I mean, not only do I sweat and feel totally gross doing so — really, isn’t there a better for “sweat” than “sweat”? It just sounds … well, I’ll stick with gross. And very unlady like.

Who wants to tell their man, “yeah I’m so hot and sweaty right now”? Unless your man is into that when it involves bedroom activities, but outside of the bedroom, I’d find it to be a turn off. If I was a guy. And I’m clearly not, so maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about.

There’s just one thing to do on a hot ass day like today, and I’m sure you could guess what that one thing is. Correcto! Chillax in my high end raft in Guru B’s pool.

That’s where I’m off to … so I can try to relax and try to calm myself down that in exactly 48 hours {Finally, I get my Eddie Murphy film right}, I will be en route to l’aéroport.

If I think about it, which I have been incessantly, I don’t really have all that much to do. I need to go feel like a Mobstar and pick up my 2,000€, make sure my iphone is squared away with payment and International travel option, figure out my Skype password.

Way too many damn passwords to remember and be accountable for these days. I finally stopped listening to the advice of “never use the same password for your accounts.” F that. How the hell am I supposed to remember literally 19 different passwords?

I’m not. So I figure it’s better than having to write them all down on a piece of paper that is way more likely to be discovered than using basically the same password, give or take some numerals and letters.

I have the same issue with “do you have your ________ rewards card with you?”. No, I don’t, because I have like 17 million to freaking keep track of, so then I never use any of them, unless it involves me entering my cell phone number, and that I am quite capable of doing. Anything beyond — forget it.

Hard to believe this will be my last bronzing day till sometime in mid August at Guru B’s … how I will miss that pool, these moments, my friends … but, I will be back and everyone will be here.

In the meantime it’s all about some serious adventure and fun. Parisian style.