Southern women do not sweat.
We glow, and I have "glowed" like a racehorse the entire week.
Today has been a balmy 93 degrees, and with just a touch of humidity it feels like 102 degrees. You can't beg a breath to save your life.
I was glad it didn't rain, as crazy as that sounds. The mixture of human sweat and rain give me a peculiar scent that I like to refer to as Eau De Blaque Lab.
Slap a duck in my mouth and call me "Princess".
That's okay if you're in the field but it's definitely not okay in the grocery store checkout line.
I was reminded today that it's just the beginning of August by a sadist at the insurance company. It will be at least two months before a cold snap.
I find myself looking forward to Fall and then Winter, whereupon I will do a post about aching joints, and the damnable cold.
Here's a delightful surprise we got in 2010: