So here’s what happens when you complain about it being 108 degrees outside: it’s 111 degrees for three days in a row. And your air conditioner breaks. At the beginning of a three-day weekend.
Is it possible for people to literally melt? I think it’s possible.
(Don’t worry – because I know you were so worried – we have someplace else to stay. As for your smug “I told you so”– hmph. Whatever.)
Today was the much-anticipated last day of school. The Evil Monkeys have been beside themselves waiting to have some summer fun. I’m slightly more, shall we say, ambivalent.
As of RIGHT NOW (7:17 pm) it is:
When’s the first day of summer again? Because if the last day of school is ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT DEGREES AT SEVEN P.M., I really really don’t want to be here when it’s actually summer.
On the upside, I think I just sweated off five extra pounds simply having dinner on the poolside patio at my parents’ country club. Which totally makes up for having to, y’know, have dinner on a poolside patio at a country club. When it’s ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT DEGREES OUTSIDE.
Sheesh.
‘Course, it snowed last night at my sister’s place. I guess it could be worse. Maybe.
What’s your weather like today?
So this photo has popped up on multiple news pages that have randomly floated across my desktop today. I’m getting a little tired of it, actually:
Here’s what’s probably going on in this photo:
And then there’s what goes on in my mind:
I get bored easily.
