You may want to send out a search party armed with cold drinks and ice packs. It's H-O-T, hot.
Yesterday I hung laundry on the clothes line. As a general rule, I do not sweat...it's genetic. That is not currently the case. After hanging the laundry, I had to come in, wash up, and change clothes. I'm pretty certain that I'm in serious danger of melting this week. When it's 91 degrees at 6:30 in the morning, things are not promising.I'm tempted to spend all day on the couch reading and watching my DVR and eating blueberries.
Unfortunately, my children disagree. They appear to be immune to the skin melting sun and lung filling humidity (I was going to post a picture of Dietrich's melting face from Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark, but it's way too gross). They run around in the woods nearly oblivious to the fact that their mother is on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Occasionally they complain that it's hot but a quick dip in the pool or a popsicle is enough to revive them.
I wonder what the grown up version is? A frozen daiquiri?
1 comment:
a frozen alcoholic drink and skinny dipping ;)
or you could come to my house. It's not even 60 here, and we're wearing long pants and t-shirts....and I have daiquiri mix.
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