It. Is. Hot.
I tried to post this earlier but somehow I clicked around too much and the internet somehow gobbled it before it made it to the published state of being.
I kicked myself for not getting out of bed earlier this morning to get a jump start on my weekly grocery shopping. By the time I got outside, it was ninety degrees and stifling. Normally you wouldn’t really feel it when it’s that hot, but take that heat and couple it with humidity and I get bitchy.
Seriously though, we get Santa Ana winds blowing through and it gets very hot around here, but also super dry air so you don’t really feel it. You don’t walk outside and get socked by the heat. I can’t remember it ever being so humid before. The inland areas have been rippled with thunderstorms, and if you look East you can see the thunderheads looming beyond the hills. Hell, watching the news last night they said there was a tornado - and HELLO is this not San Diego anymore?
Regardless, it has been H.O.T. So much so that it was actually MY idea to go to the pool this afternoon. MY idea to get in a bathing suit and go out in public. Also, I got in the pool and swam around. That’s when you know it is friggin’ hot. First because of the bathing suit thing, and second because of the “community” water and thus GERM sharing. Somehow, I got over it.
In my efforts to beat back the heat with a billy club cool off, I discovered a new drink combination. Diet cherry vanilla Dr. Pepper, and raspberry rum. Delicious! I highly recommend it.
