Didi a la mode: June 1

There comes a time in life when the climate you think you know so dearly suddenly chooses to sky rocket to an unbearably scorching heat, leaving you none other than option 1) To perform daily chores in nothing more/less than your most preferred undergarments. No really. I'm not kidding.

This was yesterday and I was NOT a happy camper. This escalated by the time I checked the online forecast then proceeded by sticking my little chubby arms out the window to verify this absurdity. There are only two ways for this to pan out. 1) Pursue daily activities and come to realization that I will stink like an old man and be drenched in sweat. 2) While in a comfortably air conditioned estate (a.k.a- me casa) bust out the good old ice cubes and smear. Without thought, scenario 2 appears to be the most enjoyable and least committed option but let's face it here, this is no fairy tale.

I got to thinking.

What would Homer Simpson do on sweltering days like these? Of course strip down to his underwear and plop directly onto of a frozen package of peas. The female replica of Homer would do the same, with a simple addition of a bra. So here's my next move. I took my most breathable, most essential sports bra and ran right out of the house to go about my day. Exactly like that. Oh yeah. Alongside a skirt, varsity jacket, yada yada yada, shoes. You get the rest.

I have to say this little experiment of walking about solely in a sports bra caused a lot of controversy or simply a few dozen lingering stares, both creepy and shameful ones. Of course it was no help I decided to hang out in Scarborough's motel central district alongside Kingston Road. MY BAD. Though not really.

Okay. Later alligator.