Hell, it’s up to 31 degrees today. I took off my fur lined jockstrap this morning. Now I’m not tickled to death.
My flannel lined bluejeans kept me from having rosy cheeks while throwing several inches of snow off the driveway yesterday.
For some reason I flash-backed to opening my chrome car door handle with a bandanna outside a Tucson steakhouse, August `77, after burning me pingers on the first try.
There were heat waves coming off our table ... inside, and there was a horned toad in our bread basket.
The heat took your breath away—it must have been 115 in the shade. I saw a coyote chasing a roadrunner, and they were both walking ... Thank goodness pResident Obama is lowering the Earth’s temperature with his fairy weather wand!