Hot. Blistering. Scorching. Searing. Muggy. Sauna.
Seriously when it's normal hot summer, I'm totally good. I love it. Even when it's uncomfortable hot, I tend to ignore it, be positive, just whatever. It's summer, right? But this? This is unbearable. Worse than unbearable. I truly feel for the animals that live in the woods or forrests around here. It's that bad. It's so bad that as I'm driving I'm looking at the temperature gauge in the car, worried that the car will stop working. I've never thought that before. I am looking at the cars on the road and they all seem to be driving so very slow.
It actually feels damp outside. Oppressive doesn't do it justice. 101? Yesterday driving back from Richmond the car thermometer said 103. No lie. So you know it feels even hotter than that right? I'm thinking, this is not good. The yard actually stinks. Like something is dying. Uggy. I'm waiting, anticipating the huge storm that I know MUST be coming. Something has got to break this little wave we have going. Something.
Yes. It's me saying it's hot outside. Not just HOT but TOH. It's TOH HOT. Get it?
I so funny.
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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