How hot is it? 112 degrees with the heat index, that’s how hot. Or, 100 degrees without. It was so hot and humid this morning I could feel my hair curling on my head. It was enough to melt the skin off your bones. That’s too hot. It doesn’t look like it’s going to cool down for a few days, either. At least the air conditioning is working at the hotel. Good thing too considering how so many rooms generate enough heat of their own, we don’t need the AC to go out.
The hogs have outdone themselves. I’m not talking pigs here. I’m talking about the three Harleys that use the street I live on as a drag strip. Every night they grace us with their presence by repeatedly gunning their engines under the hotel’s windows. Last night it went on for forty five minutes. I felt sorry for the business people who had 5:00 wake up calls and went to sleep early. Where are the police? Who knows? Maybe they think this goes on only during the weekend. It’s not like they’re not aware of the problem. Maybe it’s
the police on the Harleys. I hope not. I’m planning on stuffing potatoes in their exhaust system when they come back.
Confidante returned to work today, and he’s been so busy every time I’ve approached the front desk, I still haven’t had a chance to ask him about his vacation. I did notice he came back a little darker. I should be so lucky. I’m still using tan in a bottle.
Thank God the air conditioning is now working in my car. I’d already made an appointment at the dealership because it was blowing hot air out of the vents. Come to find out, the heat was on, even though the dial was on cool. I decided to play with the knob a bit to see if that helped. I’m so relieved. Ya’ll know you can’t go without air conditioning in the summer in the south. I’m still wondering why the service light went out from the other problem I’m having with emissions. Maybe there’s a Grinch in my engine. I already have a tiger in my tank. Or, is that a cougar?
The hogs have outdone themselves. I’m not talking pigs here. I’m talking about the three Harleys that use the street I live on as a drag strip. Every night they grace us with their presence by repeatedly gunning their engines under the hotel’s windows. Last night it went on for forty five minutes. I felt sorry for the business people who had 5:00 wake up calls and went to sleep early. Where are the police? Who knows? Maybe they think this goes on only during the weekend. It’s not like they’re not aware of the problem. Maybe it’s
the police on the Harleys. I hope not. I’m planning on stuffing potatoes in their exhaust system when they come back.
Confidante returned to work today, and he’s been so busy every time I’ve approached the front desk, I still haven’t had a chance to ask him about his vacation. I did notice he came back a little darker. I should be so lucky. I’m still using tan in a bottle.
Thank God the air conditioning is now working in my car. I’d already made an appointment at the dealership because it was blowing hot air out of the vents. Come to find out, the heat was on, even though the dial was on cool. I decided to play with the knob a bit to see if that helped. I’m so relieved. Ya’ll know you can’t go without air conditioning in the summer in the south. I’m still wondering why the service light went out from the other problem I’m having with emissions. Maybe there’s a Grinch in my engine. I already have a tiger in my tank. Or, is that a cougar?