(According to my digital thermometer, it is 110 degrees in my backyard right now. 1:30 p.m.)"January 24 2006." I wrote this date in my notebook earlier this year to shut myself up when I started grumbling about the freakin heat and humidity on scorchers like these. On January 24th, it was 5 degrees outside and I was wearing woolen mittens in the house. I had to dress the kids in snowsuit-tipping layers of Gortex just to walk to the car (very time-consuming), and had to chisel a thick layer of ice and snow off the car before we could go anywhere. It sucked. I remember it well.
While it's oppressive outside, it's definitely preferable to be trapped inside with air conditioning than a capricious furnace. It takes two minutes to get the kids ready as they need only wear splashpants and sunscreen. We can hop in the car, crank the A/C and just GO.
Still, it's hard to stay positive when you open the screen door and the "wall of ass" cups your face like a hot, damp towel. It's a drag having to rehydrate after retrieving the mail and it's no fun feeling as if I'm about to burst into flames when I let the dog out.
(This excessive heat is certainly not good for the pugs, either.)
So I'm trying really hard to stay focused on January 24, 2006 because in order to get through days like this, it's imperative to remember days like these.
10 comments:
KJ - love the description of the air when you open the door to step out.... you hit the nail on the head with that one! Its NASTY out there.
Today, Bags shared with me a quote from WMD regarding the heat at last night's swampy Sox game:
"I feel like pudding in a baggie."
Another eloquent quote comes from my cousin describing days like this, "It's as hot as a crotch out there today."
All images we could live without..but fitting images nonetheless. Awesome.
"Wall of ass", PERFECT Kate. Not to be confused with "Wall of Hate", the term Keith uses to describe when you get blindsided by one of Patch's toxic farts. LP experienced this when she dogsat Patch while we were on our honeymoon. They can sneak up on you and send you running from the room. Patch usually remains behind on his bed looking totally unaffected and wondering what all the commotion is about.
"Wall of ass", PERFECT Kate. Not to be confused with "Wall of Hate", the term Keith uses to describe when you get blindsided by one of Patch's toxic farts. LP experienced this when she dogsat Patch while we were on our honeymoon. They can sneak up on you and send you running from the room. Patch usually remains behind on his bed looking totally unaffected and wondering what all the commotion is about.
Oooooh...Patch's Wall of Hate. Yee-owzer. Diana and I had to high-tail it to another room with hands over our mouths to escape the noxious fumes of Patch's bum. We cowered there for what seemed like an eternity until Patch came to find us with a "So, what's the problem, ladies?" mug on his face.
Lp,
You sure it wasn't Di???
Hmm Hmm
Oh yes, James. I am sure it was Patch. I lived with Di for 8 years and NOTHING like that ever occured in our apt.
James, I think Patch was drinking Sierra Nevada before I got there!
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