Whenever I say or write "summertime", I am instantly transported to 11th grade and DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Price. Who knew the Fresh Price was to become Will Smith?!
Anyway, remember? "Summer, summer, summertime...Just a bit of a break from the norm-Just a little somethin' to break the monotony-Of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be..." Ahhhh, the good ol' days.
Sorry, digression...so, Tuesday. 105 degrees on the thermometer on my van. ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE, folks. Do you realize, that in the winter, we have (record breaking years) had temps that (with windchill) have reached 100 degrees BELOW zero?
A little math ('cuz I'm quick like that) tells me that that is a 200 degree temp difference. (Heh heh...ain't I a thmart one?)
Yowza. However, ask the majority of us MinneSOOOOTa peeps, and we'll tell you that it "wasn't so bad"! Not much humidity and gosh, after a winter that lasted until Tuesday, 105 degrees felt pretty damn good!
Kids had a blast...asking, ever so persistently, if we could "go to Grandma's, 'cuz they don't have inch worms and mosquitoes and sticks and acorns over there". True 'nuff...we live in the middle of the woods, and apparently, this is gonna be a bumper year for inch worms. Blech.
So, off to my parents we went, where the kids spent HOURS, literally, running through sprinklers, having water fights, getting doused by water from grandpa, and enjoying the air conditioning, and just plain ol' playin' like it was summertime!
And now, it's 60 degrees, overcast, and chilly. I want Tuesday back.
I want Tuesday back, real, real, real bad.