It’s so hot that our annual summer work bbq (which is now an “ice cream social” to save money) has been moved INDOORS. Is that irony?
It’s so hot that I didn’t even bother to blow dry my hair this morning.
It’s so hot that, for dinner last night, we had a picnic of meat, cheese and fruit on our bedroom floor.
It’s so hot that my head is pounding and my stomach is sick and all I’ve been able to eat today is a banana.
It’s so hot that public libraries are closing because they don’t have air conditioning and the heat levels inside are nearing “dangerous”.
It’s so hot that I thought the poor lady who bought the VERY LAST FAN at Rite Aid last night was going to get mugged on the way to her car.
It’s so hot that I can’t even contemplate having a cup of coffee. And that just pisses me off.
It’s so hot that I have worn nothing but skirts and dresses all week. I miss my blue jeans. And my sweatshirt.
It is so hot that we can’t even think about anything else. It’s all we talk about, think about and complain about. Oh, there a few people (like my mother, who doesn’t even live here) who absolutely love it. No one is really talking to them, though. It was fun to hit a new record, but okay, we’re done with it now. Let’s get back to that cold, dreary weather we all love so much.
Oh! According to Weather.com, it looks like we might get some showers on August 7! Woohoo!