By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Yesterday was HOT. So humid and hot. I’ll admit, I was being a bitch. Every time someone tried to talk to me, I snapped back at them. It wasn’t intentional! It was just too hot to think. After like the fourth time I was snotty to Daddy, he snatched me up by my hair and dragged me into the kitchen. He pushed me over the kitchen island and said, “I know just how to chill you out, little girl.”
He demanded me not to move and I grunted. Then I heard him moving around me in the kitchen. It sounded like he was grabbing a glass bowl from the cabinet. Next, I heard the ice machine gargling out hunks of ice into the glass bowl. What was he up to?