Me: It's hot, it's humid - what is wrong with you?
The Universe: ---
Me: Dear God, It's September not July.
The Universe: ---
Me: Dear God, yes, I really mean Dear God, what is your problem. Are you not paying attention? Taking care of business not on your "To Do" list? Guess not.
Husband: ::laughs out loud:: *people on the street stare at us*
