Remember back when I was bragging on all my tomatoes and flowers and produce and you were drooling over my garden because yours wasn't even planted yet?
Remember when I told you that come summer when you are all lush and green and having summer picnics and stuff like that, we would be dying of heatstroke?
We've had heat advisories here for the last few days. I believe we hit 118 degrees.
Today was a balmy 115!
And I don't care what anybody tells you, dry or not...it is wicked hot in the Valley of the Sunstroke during the summer months.
My tomatoes come already fire roasted right off the vine.
My brain is even too hot to close this blogpost with a knock knock joke.
But don't despair.
I have some great one liners about the heat we endure here.
It's so hot in Arizona that...
...you can say 113 degrees without fainting.
...you can make instant sun tea.
...you've experienced condensation on your butt from the hot water in the toilet bowl.
...you discover that in July, it takes only 2 fingers to drive your car.
...you discover that you can get a sunburn through your car window.
...hot water now comes out of both taps.
...you realize that asphalt has a liquid state.
Okay, fine. I did think of one moderately appropriate knock, knock joke.
"Who's there?" you say?
"Wooden shoe who?"
Wooden you like to invite me to stay in your mountain cabin for the next four months.
That was cute.
I know you liked it.