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Originally Posted by DixieGal
It's 87 degrees at 9 PM. Tomorrow is supposed to be hotter. So why did my husband invite people for ME to cook a big southern dinner. He promised them meatloaf and cornbread, which will mean heating up the oven. Fried green tomatoes and okra, which means standing over a big hot skillet. And garden fresh corn on the cob, which means a pot of boiling water pouring steam into the air.
The AC is not quite keeping ahead of the heat as it is. It's too hot to even yell at Tim. I'm gonna die tomorrow.
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I can't blame poor Tim too much, as much as I hate to admit it, I've been fantasizing about that meal myself - only I restrained myself because I didn't want to heat up the house!
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Originally Posted by kennyc
You should get together with Shel and kill the bastards....
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LOL Kenny! I don't want to kill Chris, he hasn't done anything wrong. I just want out of my own head for a few days!