Balls and Walnuts
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Pacific Northwest heat wave
Hot.
Hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot sticky-crotch hot!
HOT!
Short-tempered, shvitz-bath, chafing-thighs hot!
Cold cold cold cold cold cold
NOT!
Hot damn, it’s hot!
Must be at least 78F out there.
D.
WET! COLD! WET! COLD! WET! COLD!
by the gods I think I have mushrooms growing on me.
WET! COLD! WET! COLD!
On the other hand, the police station down the road is flooded, which is awfully amusing since at the town meeting before construction was approved, they were told, if there was a high runoff they’d flood. They flooded. heh.
WET!
Can I come out and visit and dry off over there?
Cold & wet here, too. It’s my own fault, though. I hung laundry outside to dry.
You’d think I’d learn.
But 78, Doug? That’s just sort of warm. I miss Texas. 🙁
It is hot. Whimper. That’s the problem with summer around here, the sun comes out and beats down on us. Where’s the mist, the rain, the chilly hand-me-a-sweater weather? Sigh.
ass.
You’re like those people up here who live to read the weather report in Florida, or maybe the people in Florida who like to read the weather report for NE in February? You’re like someone, okay?
My state will soon float out to sea. Today’s comic in the Hartford Courant
state flower–umbrella
state bird–duck
state fish–sponge
state motto–“rain today”
78F is hot??
Wuss.
It hit the mid-80’s here yesterday, up in the wilds of Canada.
Sixty-five is hot for us. I can’t help it if the rest of you are used to blast furnace temperatures!
Come live out here. Yes, all of you. If you did, maybe we would be able to support a nice huge bookstore. Oh, a Barnes and Noble would be nice, or perhaps a Borders . . .
It hit ninety-plus yesterday here in the Portland OR area. We aren’t wusses, but that’s still damn hot, especially when it’s usually only seventy tops and raining to boot.
Today it’s supposed ti be a good fifteen degrees cooler. Which is good. Because I get cranky when it’s too warm.
*singing*I’m only happy when it raiiiins…
*ducks flung objects*
It’s about 22 here. Sorry, that’s 22 Celsius. Just about right. Sunny, too, for the first time in days on end.