I wanted to write something funny and scintillating this morning but my brain is sitting in its underwear in front of the air conditioner, and two fans advertised as mobile typhoon generators, sweating snynapses all over itself.
My fingers are hanging limp at my sides (I'm typing this with my tongue) panting from the sweltering heat and humidity, wondering when did we move back to New Orleans, and why weren't they told? Now I know how those in the midwestern states felt over the last two weeks. Only we haven't reached temps higher than 102F yet, so we don't have it as bad so far.
It is so blasted hot that YouTube has forgotten how to embed videos. I tried to bring several vids to illustrate just how hot it is today but every one of them failed to launch, so after several attempts, I quit trying. I Googled melting ice cubes, waterfalls and Ella singing Cole Porter's, "It's Too Darned Hot," but could not embed them nor provide links. Must be because I'm typing with my tongue and I'm not holding it right.
At least I can listen to Queen Ella of the Fitzgeralds on my boom-box while standing in a shower of cold water.
Right after I dry off the keyboard. See y'all later!
