Is anyone else having the problems with the heat that I'm having? Geez, the older I get, the hotter it seems to get in the summer. Granted, I think my metabolism is screwed up anyway; I can break a sweat in the middle of January playing outside with the kids, but gimme a freaking break here! It was 100 degrees outside yesterday, and the heat index ("it's not the heat, it's the humidity!" No, asshole, it's BOTH AT THE SAME FREAKING TIME!!) was over 110 degrees. And don't tell me how much better it would be if the humidity were less. Hot is hot, baby. I was doing the father/husband thing after work yesterday (at least as much as my better half will let me do; I'm not sure she really trusts me alone with the kids for too long), and of course I had changed from my work clothes to my hanging out duds -- loincloth, moccasins, feathered headband, coup stick -- don't look at me like that! I like being comfortable! Anyway, when the better half asked me for my help, I was only too happy to oblige. Within five minutes, I was soaked in sweat, and I was inside the house. Yes, Virginia, the air conditioning was running (actually, last I looked, the AC unit had a white flag flying from the fan center, but that might have been a heat-induced hallucination), and it was still hotter than hell.
Upon reflection, this might have something to do with the body type that the better half says I possess -- gorilla. She doesn't mean this in a bad way (at least I hope not), and no, my knuckles don't actually drag the ground. Close, but close only counts in horseshoes and thermonuclear weapons. She is referring to the copious amounts of hair found everywhere on me except the top of my head. Yeah, if I ever decide to get hair transplants (not bloody likely), there will be no problem deciding where to harvest the hair to transplant. Sucks, don't it?
Bottom line here -- somebody turn the damn thermostat down, howaboutit? And we could do with some rain here, too! It's so dry now that on the rare occasion we DO get a thunderstorm, I can stand on my front porch and hear the grass going "Aaaahhhh!"
Ugh! Me try post blog three times now. Blogger not let Caveman Dad post blog. Uhhh . . . me know! Me take club and pound Blogger! Pound, pound, pound! Ah! Caveman Dad feel better!
Make that four times.