Heat is On
Hotter than Ace of Spades
It's hard to believe I worked construction over 12 years. Laying asphalt, hauling sand before air conditioner was required in a truck, but I did. I was there.
Now, I must admit " I have dimples in my butt, He loves me"...Yee Haw... Had to throw in a tune for y'all. The air is so Thick, a struggle to breath. Last week laid me out.
I have written a blog in 11 days. That's my therapy. So y'all must know, I'm pleasant at this time.
Too Hot to Fish, Too Hot for Golf. Too Cold at home. Da da. I could help myself. I was sing for 3 days.
Singing brought on because of lil "Tea Cup". Lwd, she has my blood no doubt. That child, at 18 mo, sing, dances, and growls like a bear, screams like a wildcat and loves like a child. Just the medicine I needed. My cup runth over.
Too Hot sit on porch.
And Flies, have mercy...FYI... hang water bag in each room. Really helps.
All the pop Sickles you can eat. Too Hot to cook, but we can eat all pop sickles you want. Water guns are a Free for All, you know it. We have plenty.
Stay Kool... Pets too. Be sure to check on daddy. And EAT POP SICKLES!