Ouch!

 

It is approximately five frillion degrees outside, in case you were wondering.

 

I burnt my fingers closing the car door.  Because the little handle on the inside was Kill You Hot.  It’s been twenty minutes and they still sting.  While I was driving, I discovered that the space between the heel of my shoe and my actual shoe was all that was standing between me and a branding.  It was a close call, but I don’t think that mark is long-term.

 

Drew described the heated breeze as “post-apocalyptic” and I think that’s fairly accurate.  There’s something deeply unsettling about a wind that feels like the blow dryer.

 

 

posted by mary ann 1:15 PM