Didja ever wonder about that term? Wonder no more (I loves me some Wiki!). And they are well and truly here. We stretched ADWH out until 2330 hrs last evening and checked the temp as we came in from the verandah, just for grins and giggles. It was 89 degrees at that hour.
We did something we almost NEVER do, given it's gonna be another hot one today (forecast: 108), and that would be setting our
alarm phone for 0700 hrs this morning, all the better to get out and about before the broiling begins. And we did... hitting the streets around 0800 hrs to run our errands (we had to get caffeinated first, yanno?), which we completed in about an hour and a half. It was nice to run around town in The Green Hornet with her top down and Mick serenading the locals with a suitably loud rendition of Loving Cup, which I'm most certain all within earshot appreciated. Or not, about which I truly don't care coz it was for me, anyhoo. So we're done, what with having unloaded our groceries in the relatively cool temperatures of 85 degrees and having received our minimum daily requirement of al fresco motoring. I'd forgotten how good it feels to get up with the rest of the world.
And then there's this from My Buddy Ed In Florida...
He didn't like my casserole
And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard.
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right.
He didn't like the stew.
I didn't mend his socks
the way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer,
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him . . .
Like his mother used to do.
I love a good poem, don't you?
Heh. I loved every little thing both of my wives did, always... and even most of my girlfriends, too. My Mama didn't raise no dummies.