Hot Hot Hot

I took a picture when the car thermometer showed 100.  I did it again at 101, 103, 104, 105, 108, 109 and 110.  Hell, we are in New York, not the deserts of Arizona or south Texas. 

The bitch inside me is laughing at the two friends who blew off our monthly retired teacher luncheon to go to a pool party.  These two whine in any weather that is not 70 degrees.  This is one time I am enjoying the pain of others.