Do not ask me to successfully think, move, sleep, or otherwise function properly until absurd temperatures of over 100 degrees cease to exist – at least not without first COexisting with this newfangled device called air conditioning. Newsflash: I am not a fan of stickiness. I love the sun, but not when it scorches me from the walk outside to feed the chickens. No, not so much. This is insanity at its best. This must end. What gods must we offer sacrifices to in order to bring rain to this dry forsaken land? Huh? HUH? What, you want my baby green tomatoes, the first fruits of my labor?! TAKE EM!

Move along, Summer. Bring it, Fall! On with the chilly nights, the apples, the corn, the harvest parties – not to mention the days with more than 6 hours of darkness…

If the sheer idiocy of this post does not sufficiently prove that this heat is crazy-makin’, I don’t know what else will.

Kindly,
Mama.