Arizona is hot! It's hot all of the time. There is no way to escape the infernal summers that ravage the valley and suck the life out of us poor, rediculous urbanites that are delusional enough to think it's a good idea to stake a claim and eek out a living in the middle of the desert.
Silly me forgot my oven mitts this morning when I drove to work. As a result, I have a second degree burn on my hand from trying to put on my seatbelt.
But, I think my car dashboard thermometer really expresses the best how hot it is...
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OUCH! Once, when we were living in AZ, I left an apple in the car while at work. It smelled sooo good at the end of the day.
Ahhh, the heat of Arizona. I left a soda can in the car once and I must have been terribly parched because for some reason I tried to take a sip hours later and completely burned my lips on the can.
Well, since we're confessing, once while I was home from college I went grocery shopping for mom in the mini van One of the frozen orange juice cans must have rolled out of the grocery bag and lodged itself under one of the seats because a few days later mom found it exploded and dried up all over the back. I don't know if anyone noticed, but ever since then when it got really hot, the van smelled like rancid orange juice. Sorry.
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