It's hot. In that heat I bet I am not the only one who is dreaming of the beach, the water ... let's go surfing! It's the office and not the USA, but hey, I take what I can get.
Something is wrong here. I'm not moving. Ok, I'll go swimming in the sink then.
P.S. Mom just told me that my surfboard is actually Buster's nibble cardboard. I say board is board. It would explain the weird shape, though.