Do you know where I wish I was today?
Anywhere but Texas.
If you haven’t been following your crappy local newscast or The Weather Channel, it’s hot in Texas. Not just hot. But HOT. Here, look I’ll show you.
I mean, do you SEE that? It’s 99 and it’s not even noon. And do you see what the rest of the week is supposed to be like? Seriously. My face may melt.
So I’d rather be anywhere than here.
Because I can’t think here. It’s too hot. I’m all sweaty. (SEXY!) I can’t work. I can’t write. I can’t move. The heat is just sapping my strength. And I’m a sunshine guy, but this is just stupid. I’m starting to hate the sun and beg for snow and ice.
I need to escape! (And, yes, I’m keenly aware that I just got back from vacation, but THAT DOESN’T MATTER RIGHT NOW!!!)
Tell me where to escape to. Hurry. Before my face melts. No one needs to see that.