So hot... can't type... must... drink... cold... beer...
june 07, 2004 @
22:39
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I hate talking about the weather but I love complaining about it. Lucky for you, today was a complaint-inducing day of epic proportions, so I feel I'm justified in venting a bit. Read on if you must. You have been warned.
Seriously, today was effing hot out. The NOAA weather station at the airport officially topped out at 140 degrees with 200 percent humidity and a noonday sun rating of "blistering". I sweated through my shoes before 10:30. Sid Hartman was being held on stand-by to haul shut-ins to the air-conditioned Metrodome if their personal A/C units failed. I scheduled a haircut for later this week.
And the worst part is that it just rolled in with no warning. Don't we have satellites anymore? Can't we just call South Dakota and ask what's on the way? Yesterday was PERFECT and now today is like Orlando gone berserk. We can't see that coming?
Four uninterrupted weeks of pounding rain that got so bad at one point I swear animals were lining up two by two in my front yard, followed by one glorious late spring day, and now today you wish you were dead. Go go Minnesota weather.
It's not all bad, though. I could probably stand to sweat off a few pounds before we hit the beach on vacay, anyway.
Mixed blessings are the best kind.
Huna thought:
This was nothing. You should go to Disney World in August. Where you sweat through your shirt AT 8:00AM just waiting for the bus to take you from the hotel to the theme park.
dave thought:
i thought the bus drivers were on strike when you were there. or were you just hoping they would be so you wouldn't have to use mass transit?
aunt red thought:
I sweated through my shirt at 8:00 am at Disneyworld in May. August has got to be brutal.
I felt sorry for the guy in the Jedi costume.
dave thought:
never feel sorry for a guy who gets paid to wear a jedi costume.