Hot Hot Hot

It wasn't all that long ago when I would feel sorry for Granny Ann, Ray and the girls because the temperature was over 100 degrees for days on end, but those days are behind me now. You see, our temperatures have taken a spike of their own and it's all I can do to fan myself and refill my own ice water.

Now all my pity is reserved for me. Poor me. I'm hot and miserable. If I could just can it in little jars to get me through the winter I might consider find it in my heart to feel sorry for Granny Ann, Ray and the girls again.

In the meantime I'll just sit here and watch my ice melt.