||[Aug. 8th, 2007|08:21 am]
|||||Jeff Black, Tin Lily||]|
When I said "Oh, can't really complain, July was so benevolent. Even when it was hot, it was slightly breezy and evenings even milder. Even if it gets hot now, there's only 4 weeks left to it, really."
THAT WAS NOT A TRIPLE DOG DARE.
For starters, I'm a liar. I ALWAYS reserve the right to complain. Plus, if I can't see the end of the street at midnight due to the excessive humidity, THAT, my friend is a violation of fair play.
I have a wedding to go to this weekend and I will NOT tolerate this weather.
(Note to my friends: wedding in August, bad idea. Unless shorts, t-shirts, bluegrass bands, a boat, watermelon and a pair of young men who think older women are hawt (wait, no, strike that last one, I'm on the wagon.) are involved, bad idea.)
While I'm admonishing friends -- those of you who have fingers poised to send me a message that's anything like "If you think THIS is hot..." just stop. I've been in New Orleans in August and September. I've been in Florida in August, with a broken air conditioner for three days. There's a reason why I won't live farther south than Maryland, okay? VIRGINIA is too damn hot for me. Besides, the heat is making me exceptionally crabby, so don't poke this polar bear with a stick right now.