Cicadas and the air conditioner. It's already 80+ degrees at 7:30 in the morning.
Yesterday, we attended the Alabama Butterbean Festival. (I guess all the good festivals were already taken, such as watermelon or ice cream festivals?) It was 98 degrees, full sun, and we were sampling various hot, boiled, heavy butterbean dishes. They had contests for best butterbean and best cornbread. A Miss Butterbean beauty contest. Moon bounce and rides. They had arts-&-crafts booths, etc., so it was lots of fun. We finally left when it got so hot that I couldn't hear anymore over the heat stress buzzing in my head. My favorite part of the whole thing was the shaved ice stand!
