I want to leave my husband and marry a guy who shook our president’s hand. Okay, not really.
Tomorrow my band is playing an outside gig. I love this venue, but with the heat, I’m not so excited about spending my day away from air conditioning. I expect that I will be a bit of a grump by the end of the afternoon.
Yesterday a town 25 minutes down the road set the day’s record high of 105, and in fact, I think that might be an all-time record high for that town. My town hit triple digits, which is VERY rare. When I went outside, it felt like I was breathing a wool blanket.
To summarize: this weather makes me want to punch weather right in the weather.
This is the part where I get to be a jerk and say that no one can complain about the heat because I live in the woods. Let me repeat that: I. Live. In. The. Woods. Outside. In Mississippi. At a summer camp leading groups of teen and preteen girls. There. Bask in the self-righteousness oozing from this comment. Okay, jerk moment over.
I want to leave my husband and marry a guy who shook our president’s hand. Okay, not really.
Tomorrow my band is playing an outside gig. I love this venue, but with the heat, I’m not so excited about spending my day away from air conditioning. I expect that I will be a bit of a grump by the end of the afternoon.
Glad to be at an INDOOR music venue tonight. Blech.
Summer… is not my friend. Probably taking the boys swimming tomorrow, though.
It really is messed up that he ate all the macc… I have no idea how to spell that word… I refuse to look it up. I hate you english spelling.
Also, I totally know more than fifteen chords on the guitar, fyi.
Yesterday a town 25 minutes down the road set the day’s record high of 105, and in fact, I think that might be an all-time record high for that town. My town hit triple digits, which is VERY rare. When I went outside, it felt like I was breathing a wool blanket.
To summarize: this weather makes me want to punch weather right in the weather.
That said, I am 100% real.
There’s a good chance I won’t be leaving the living room over the weekend as my A/C unit doesn’t seem to be making a dent down the hall in my bedroom.
This is the part where I get to be a jerk and say that no one can complain about the heat because I live in the woods. Let me repeat that: I. Live. In. The. Woods. Outside. In Mississippi. At a summer camp leading groups of teen and preteen girls. There. Bask in the self-righteousness oozing from this comment. Okay, jerk moment over.