Okay, I chose to live in Phoenix. I should keep the complaints to myself, but GOOD GRIEF!
My car said 117 degrees today. My brain cells are boiling away.
So, the boys and I are hibernating in the bedroom, watching TV (Diego-please stop the Broadway approach-it's honestly painful) and maybe we'll just have some fruit for dinner.
Connor wanted to go outside-he knows how to unlock the back door-and I had to actually lock it up high because on top of the heat index being orange or red, the child has porcelain skin. It is sad when they just can't play in the backyard without scorching themselves. It is even too hot to drag the little pool out right now.
Woe is us.
4 comments:
I don't understand how anyone lives in Phoenix. NJ is bad enough. I feel like a wet noodle.
117!!!!!!!! AGGGGGHHHHHHHHH. Sending cool thoughts your way... Oh, my. that's just unholy. But I guess it's reason to be grateful for both air conditioning and television.
I worked in Phoenix for a month - July, no less, back in 1970 and we worked out at the shooting range off Black Canyon Freeway. I remember many evenings, coming back to the hotel and seeing a bank clock with the temp displayed -in the 120s range many days! But the heat back east here -way, way more humidity so it makes you feel more like you are suffocating from it. Even so, it does really get damned hot out your way!
too hot for you-unbelievaqble! :)
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