this was a very hot day. 90's, with no a/c, second floor. hot.
i had just pulled clothes out of the dryer and was lamenting how the hot clothes compounded the nasty heat we couldn't escape. i didn't even want to touch the towels.
what does aaron do? he puts one on his head and starts chasing me around. i was laughing so hard and running from the heat.
does being smothered by a hot towel or running to avoid said towel make you more hot? questions to ponder.
i grabbed the camera and got a perfect shot of what was haunting me.
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