Good luck to all the tourists on the street in the city today. You picked a bad week to visit New York.
So it's 100 now (at 11:30) and I brought the girls in. Even though they're designed to work in the Outback, it's just too bloody hot (you know it's too damn hot for them when they didn't even bother chasing a couple of the yard rabbits). They're both parked in front of their fan (yes, my dogs have their own fan) on the cool tiles in my office, doing their best to ignore me. Heh ...
How hot is it? This hot:
You know it's hot (102 as of 4 p.m.) when the weather lady on the local news is doing the "fry an egg in the car" trick.
It's so humid I can't break my reefer up to roll a joint. Where's my bong? I've officially had it with summer and am praying for snow. Go figure.