In the Doghouse

So, I slept on the sofa last night. Not because of a fight or anything though, but it did feel like I was being punished. It's this damn heat. It was too unbearable to sleep upstairs, so my husband took one couch, I took the other, and Boy was relegated to his travel cot. But here's the punishing part - they're both leather sofas. Honestly, what could be worse? Yes, it was slightly cooler, with the fans directed at us, but everytime I moved I felt like I was leaving a good chunk of skin behind.