And it's got Heat Wave written all over it.
Damn, it's hot.
It's check-on-the-elderly hot.
I don't think I know any elderly...Hell, I don't even know my neighbors (except for the bar across the street...Hi!)
Would someone please turn off the sun? Do a rain dance, cause some sort of eclipse...anything.
I CANNOT STAND THE CONSTANT SWEATING ANYMORE!
Just another reason while my The Boyfriend and I will never be able to live in New Orleans year round.
Also why I am going home tonight and taking a bath in swirly-fun popsicles.
I believe this is a fair representation of the evil, evil sun that continues to pound it's death rays down on us. Haaaaaate.