In the Heat of the Night

Our little house is on the 1800s air conditioning plan... that is, there is none and the upstairs gets HOT. Regular jammies weren't really going to happen so Molly and I settled on a t-shirt that allowed her to be cool, seem like a big girl in a nightgown, and, most importantly, pull it up to see her belly button (which she calls her butta -- wha?).

Hew newest constant companion -- her new toothbrush -- has also been a good distraction since her goldfish died yesterday (I'm not sure what she had against her old toothbrush but this one is like a little slice of heaven in her hand). I thought those things were going to live F-O-R-E-V-E-R. I'm not really all that into domestic aquatic life so I can't say I shed any tears. Molly bid adieu by watching them swirl down in the toilet and said "bye bye fishies."