I started something else that was fumbling for a bit and started over.  Just how it goes. So stop what you’re doing cause Im about to ruin, the image and the style that your used to...Thanks Humpty, for getting me started again.  I think.

Summer has arrived in Louisiana with a gut punch of heat and humidity.  It’s officially “no boobie money” weather here, though I’m really not sure there’s any appropriate “boobie money” weather, but I digress.  I don’t know why we do it, but runners and such are still outside in 97 degrees, pretending to run. I say pretending because that shit I limped through today was a insult to running.  I’d blame it on the weather, but I’m the one who went outside.

Things here are getting schmarmy.  Its the time of year where outfit changes apply to anyone who’s outside for longer than say, oh, two minutes.  It’s also seersucker suit season, as if a suit of any kind other than “swim” could be cooler in this climate.

But what are we to do?  Hole up till October (really November).  NO! We get out, and we fake it. We say, “It’s not so bad.’  When in actuality, “so bad” is exactly what it is.

I have the pleasure of going to Mexico next week, and Mexico is 16 degrees cooler than here.  Have I made my point yet?

Today I did some work to get ahead of the week and did some meal prep at the house.  I thought I’d just grill some of the things needed and went outside to fire up the charcoal.  This is the point in this post where you should be asking “is PF a complete and total moron?” The answer is maybe.  Adding 400 degrees of embers to the mix was a pretty good life choice. For a moron.

Yes, I know the whole USA is flooding, and raining and snowing and all sorts of crazy ass weather and I am just over here whining about the oppressive heat and humidity, and for that please accept condolences for my extreme insensitivity.  

But it’s hot.  And I can’t think.  And it’s hot.

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