It’s hot. More to the point of weather-related misery, it’s humid.
Yesterday morning I opened the door around 7:30 and the wretchedness of Arkansas high humidity assaulted me with gale force. It was only 76 degrees, but it felt like a sauna and I broke into a spontaneous sweat.
Yes, friends. Real women in the South do not glisten, the Sweat.
The glorious heat and humidity of an Arkansas summer may have arrived a couple of months later than usual, but it has arrived with full force.
I’m planning a weekend of pool time, movies in the dark, and AC on low enough for a blankie. I will not cook out. Do I look crazy? Better not answer that if you value your health. Anyway slaving over a hot grill when the heat index is 110 doesn’t sound even mildly amusing unless we’re watching some other sucker do it. LMAO there!
Actually, when it comes to grilling outside I much prefer the winter months. I mean doesn’t everyone smoke their holiday dinner? It might be difficult to find papers, but surely it’s the norm.
In other news…..
I will now comment on the IRS ‘scandal’ and the NSA phone-record keeping:
Preserve the rights of all of US on moral and social issues.
Lose the wars and conflicts, take care of the U.S., US and get over the rest of it.
Agree to disagree.
Sounds so simple, doesn’t it?