Courtesy of weather.com
Everywhere I’m supposed to be in the next four days is covered in hot pink. Come on, Irene. I have a whole mess of celebrating to do this weekend and I’m not afraid of getting a little wet. Bring. It. On.
So when I started to feel woozy yesterday and almost fell over, I just thought it was all the drugs I had taken at lunch. But it was a real life earthquake! In Virginia, not Boston. But still! Anyway, several news outlets compiled the best tweets from yesterday’s not Armageddon-like quake, but this is by far my favorite:
Danny Zuker: Oh, God. What did you do to her? RT @chrisbrown Please pray for Virginia.
Driving through Connecticut on I-84, July 22, 2011
Ok, so I’m not a meteorologist, but the heat index in my body on Friday was sending out all kinds of wavelengths that I should do nothing but go inside, sit in front of the air conditioner and not move until the sun went down. I couldn’t do that of course, so there were literally parts of the day where you could have basted me a few times and then served me as the main course of whatever creepy meal you were having that night. Gross thought. Ok, we’re passed it. Moving on.
Although not as bad, Saturday’s heat was equally debilitating, and after sitting outside at my cousin’s bridal shower with my dress skirt yanked up around my waist for increased air flow, I got to thinking, is this the hottest it ever was?
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