...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:
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!
Seriously...it melted? That's craziness.
WHY DO WE LIVE HERE???
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