I grew up in Texas. Worse than that, I grew up in HOUSTON. As a kid, we ran around in jeans all summer long. We weren't allowed to wear shorts to school. We never gave it a thought. The heat never even slowed us down.
You would think I'd be used to it by now.
Heat! I think our tolerance for it grows much shorter as we get older.
I slept not one wink last night because the bedroom just wouldn't cool down.
J, hon....don't move here. It's harsh in August.
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Oh my, should I touch this one . . .
Is it the heat or is the woman just too hot--lol. Lame, I know, but I bet it made you smile.
I know what you mean about the heat. I ride my bike in all weather but ice. This past week even I said it was too damn hot.
LOL at you. Stationary bike. In the house. Call it your "late summer bike".
Suddenly I feel the need to do a string of "You know it's hot when" jokes.
*You know it's hot when you're getting hot flashes, and so is your wife.
Our cats go to both doors. They go out the back, do a quick turn and come in. Then they go to the front door...in case it's cooler out there. :)~
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