It’s not unusual for temps to soar into the triple digits this time of the year here in the Central Valley. Still most folks around here, myself included, like to bitch about how freakin’ hot it is. Never mind that we might have been complaining about how cold or gloomy it was just a couple weeks ago it is hot today, yesterday and this past week. It is freakin’ hot. Then why in the world am I freezing?
Because of the mother of the coming attraction that’s why. Like this lady she is melting in a big way thanks to the bun in her oven. I feel for her, really I do. But right now I am having a better understanding of how George Banks felt in Father of the Bride 2.
Where is one of those honest to goodness hot flashes I have been experiencing lately when I truly need it?