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July 6, 2012
Today is International Kissing Day. Can you imagine wanting to get close enough to someone to kiss them today? Me neither. However, if you are living in a more moderate climate, by all means carry on and kiss away. It is also Fried Chicken Day. Cold fried chicken is always good, but who wants to fry it or even wait in line for it when the temperatures in most of the country are topping 100. Let’s have a Fried Chicken Day when the weather breaks … maybe with bread and butter and a tall glass of lemonade.
It’s funny—I feel like hot weather was invented this summer. This must be the first time in history that we have not only experienced record breaking hot temperatures but thanks to all the Instagrams of temperature gauges and screen shots of weather apps this year, we are not only hot but also aware of exactly how hot we are at any given moment. And not only do we know the temperature, we get the added bonus of “it feels like….” So, today when it was 100º in Chicago, I knew that wasn’t the worst of it because I would feel like it was 108º. Good to know.
In Chicago we set an all-time high Friday afternoon and matched our longest-ever streak of 100º days at three. It was cooler in Florida, Georgia, and Louisiana today than it was in Chicago.
Tomorrow (Saturday) if Chicago hits 100 degrees, it would be the first time in its history with four straight days of triple-digit temperatures. In other words, I could be a part of weather-making history. I plan to wear as little as I can for the occasion, and liberally use my clinically proven deodorant and hope others do the same.
We had some fun on Facebook today and filled in the “it’s hotter than …” and “how hot is it?” blanks with a few of our favorite sayings:
It’s hotter than Mae West.
It’s hotter than a 2 peckered goat.
It’s blowing hotter than a room full of politicians.
It’s hotter than Johnny Depp.
It’s hotter than a $2 pistol on the Fourth of July.
It’s hotter than Georgia asphalt.
It’s hotter than the hinges of Hades.
It’s so hot that it makes me want to take off my skin and sit in my bones.
It’s so hot I’m sweating like a whore in church.
It’s so hot the birds have to use potholders to pull worms out of the ground.
It’s so hot that I tied my mule in a field of corn, and the corn started popping and the mule thought it was snow and froze to death!
It’s so hot I saw two trees fighting over a dog.
It was so hot I saw a dog chasing a cat and they were both walking.
It’s so hot I just saw the devil dancing buck-naked in the middle of the driveway.
One thing I have done to beat the heat is to complain about how hot it is! My new motto is: “If you can’t fix it, at least you can complain about it.” I think that complaining while I eat watermelon actually makes me feel cooler. Really!
How hot are you?
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