Tuesday, July 25, 2006

I know that all four of you that read Chickenblog are sick of hearing about the heat... except Tarie, who is surviving Philippine winter. But what else can I write about? I've had my second shower of the day, and one hour after my last shower I am sweat soaked and funky. Gross! But most of you know what I mean, because the whole continent seems to be suffering the same cruel fate. Hot. Hot. Hot. Thank God we aren't in Phoenix, or Barstow or even ten miles east of here. Last night our house was 88 degrees! Blecchh...

Tonight is MNO, and it's an invite to swim and dine. If your swim suit was so old that it was frayed in the butt what would you do? Too late to shop. Should I pull up Geoff's trunks and cinch the cord under my arms? Should I sit demurely, and decline a dip in Yanina's deep, cool pool? Sigh. There's more to this topic than I care to admit.

Oy. I want to say something deep and meaningful here, but sweat has seeped in to my skull and shorted-out brain connections.


  1. LOL. I don't think anyone is sick of reading about the heat. I think we all sympathize, empathize, or are going through the same thing. It may now be our version of winter here in the Philippines, but I definitely understand what you are going through. The Philippines is a tropical country and just a couple of months ago I was surviving heat and humidity so bad that I couldn't sleep at night. I also don't have air conditioning (or heating). =(


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