Monday, June 30, 2008

How I know...

...that it's too hot.

  • I often refer to my hometown as the surface of the sun.
  • My Cutie is screaming "seat hot" before I even get the car door open.
  • I am cranky from the first minute I walk outside.
  • And how I really knew it was hot to the extreme...
  • The photograph that I have of my hubs in my car melted. A photograph. Melted.

Send Route 44 fresh fruit slushies...

2 comments:

Elizabeth said...

I hate when it's THAT hot. Hot is nice (as opposed to cold) but melt-your-pictures, pour-your-lipstick-out-on-the-driveway, clean-melted-m&ms-off-carseats hot... yuuuuck!

Amazing Racer said...

Seriously...it melted? That's craziness.

WHY DO WE LIVE HERE???