When the weather gets wonky, I am forced to harrass my friend and favorite weatherman.....
Me: Seriously. The heat. Do something.
Him: Working on it. Should have a fix by October.
Me: And please don't use the words "One Hundred". Oh - and nothing that ends in "-teen". That should cover it. Thanks.
Him: Got it.
That's when I caught his 5:00 pm forecast.
And saw this.
So I was forced to send yet ANOTHER email....
Me: Ummmmm, EXCUSE ME.... I just saw your forecast. Cut it out. Or I'll roll your yard.
Him: The breeze from the toilet paper flying through the air will be nice.
Me: (cue sarcastic mocking voice): The breeze from the toilet paper flying through the air will be nice.
Grrrrrrrr.
I told Connie I was tired of all this one hundred degree nonsense and I was going to roll The Weatherman's yard. She said it was too hot outside and wouldn't come with me.
With a high today of 102 and a heat index of 640 (OK, OK, that's a bit of an exaggeration. I get sassy when I'm hot. The heat index today is actually closer to 120), I'm forced to think about colder times. Like this.
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This is still one of my all time favorite pictures!!
The only thing you can do on a day like this is drink lots of iced tea. Oh wait, you don't like tea, do you!! :-)
Stay inside baby!
This is when becoming a hermit sounds right.
Have you considered moving? Somewhere north, like say where it snows 3' and then hangs around for the next several months! ;-D
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