It’s 102 degrees here in middle Tennessee. That’s twelve degrees warmer than Kabul, Afghanistan.
I got to thinking about weather cliches like, “It’s so hot you can fry an egg on a sidewalk.” Don’t believe I would try that because the egg will probably stick. Yuck!
Here are a few more:
It’s hotter than . . .
a clearance sale at Wal-Mart.
a Rolex from Marty down on the corner.
menopause in July.
It’s so hot . . .
I saw trees competing for a dog.
a funeral procession stopped at Sonic for an M & M Blast.
I’m getting hot water out of both taps.
my patio furniture is standing on one leg.
cows are giving hot chocolate.
the ice machine in front of 7/11 is panting.
The bad part is there is no relief in sight.