Monday, June 22, 2009

Scribble and Scrambles ~ HOT!

Would it be whining if I said that it must be a million degrees in Iowa?

Eggs frying on sidewalks hot? Yup.

Dogs melted and sluggish, barely quirking eyebrows when a human moves unless towards a) refrigerator or b) freezer? Yup.

Sweating upper lips and the annoying trickle of 100+ % humidity running where it ought not to run? Oh yeah!

While I'm on a whining roll....

Super-heated breeze feels fabulous because it's moving.

To step outside is to either step into a sauna right after some sadist dumps a scoop full of water over the glowing rocks OR like being sucked into a force field of gelatinous too-warm bath water.