It's India-hot in Texas
Jeeze, it's been in the hundreds all week.
I've been so sticky, cranky and hot, my disposition is shot to hell.
My electric bill will be astronomically high next month from running the A/C like a Sultan in Dubai all month.
I don't care.
Neighborhood kitties are opening fire hydrants to cool off.
The tires melted off my car.
My Crocs fused to my feet when I was walking out to my car.
My window tinting melted into the car doors.
The sun bleached my sunglasses clear.
I went swimming and the pool water was hotter than soup.
My lawn is crunchy.
My cacti is wrinkling up.
It's bad, man.
And it's not even August.