No one's life is sane. It is learning how to live with the insanity that is the trick. Sure, down South, we all have our skeletons in the closet. The difference is - we open the doors and let them dance on the front porch. After all, who doesn't have a mother who thinks she knows it all, a father who knows best, at least one irritating sibling, and that weird uncle no one wants to sit by at supper. I'm not sure what "Normal" is, but whatever it is, I know I live a bit south of it.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
It's Still Hot
112 is hot. Even dry heat at 112 is hot -like being in an oven. A breezy 112 just feels like a convection oven.
1 comment:
I think I'd be dead. I only like 67 to 72 and partly cloudy!
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