The first year we lived her (2006) temperatures started climbing sometime around late April or May.
That's when I found out fat people don't handle high temperatures well.
I thought I would acclimate.
I didn't
I was still fat and still hot at the end of a record heat breaking summer in Oregon.
I thought last year would be better.
It wasn't
I hope this year will be better.
It won't.
I rolled onto the floor this morning thinking that if I could do some exercises and be thin before summer I would have a better chance.
I broke a sweat just trying to get back up off the floor.
I'm doomed.
So this morning I have all the fans going, the blinds closed and ice cubes forming in the freezer with hopes that night will fall quickly and the temperature will drop.
I also worry about GK in the heat.
They say that old people and heat are a bad combination.
That with the fact that GK is still in his winter issue attire and unwilling to change even to spring let alone summer wear.
I guess if he heats up to much I'll just drag in the hose and spray him down.
Nothing new with Wyatt.
Nothing new with Wendy.
Mike goes to work at 1:00 this afternoon and will be home around mid-night.
At least the truck has air conditioning.
Maybe he could take us all with him.
*Picture This*
Mike driviving down the road in the Safeway truck loaded with his wife, great grandfather-in-law, nine year old, two poodles and three overweight shih-tzu's.
Maybe sweltering in the heat in the house would be better, at least for Mike ;)
Stay cool and have a good day
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