You Know It’s Hot When—The Tenth Anniversary

Well, it’s that time of year…you know it’s hot! To give you a little background on my annual post, I started the series ‘You Know it’s hot when’…way back in 2008. It was HOT, and my son was very ill. The heat didn’t help. I started rambling…you know it’s hot when…and he started laughing. As a mother, you know you’d do anything to make your sick child laugh. I decided to write a post based on my ramblings.

I continued the series…The last one I could read to my son was June 18th, 2015. Two weeks later, he was gone. What we both found interesting…this post brought out ‘the haters,’ which neither of us understood. It wasn’t designed to start a war on which area of the country is the hottest, and dry heat (come visit during the monsoons to check out the dry heat) doesn’t count. I remember reading some of the comments to him. He asked, “Why are your friends so pissed off?” I didn’t have a good answer. I still don’t.

I said last year would be the last of the series, but the series lives on. I’m pretty sure there is some serious laughter in Heaven today. Pretty sure someone is reading over my shoulder as I type.

This is dedicated to J.W. Laugh on Sweet Pea. XXOO

So without further ado—You Know It’s Hot When…

The cactus is still dead.

The hot water is in VACATION MODE, but you have just scalded yourself from turning on the cold water tap.

Your clothes are dry coming out of the washer.

You don’t need a towel (which saves on laundry) since you are practically dry stepping out of the shower.

It is still 100 + degrees at midnight

Pool water burns you.

The local news team tries to bake a pizza on the sidewalk.

You still question your sanity in purchasing a black car with black leather interior.

You open your car door using oven mitts.

You attempt to drive with oven mitts (because you’re in a hurry) and get pulled over.

You realize some PEOPLE in authority don’t have a sense of humor.

When you step outside to water plants, the water evaporates before hitting them.

You bake cookies on your patio.

You have second-degree burns from opening the recycling bin. **Note to self** Use an oven mitt.

Your hairdresser doesn’t flinch when you ask to have your head shaved. Your husband doesn’t flinch, either.

You see a bird lying on its side on your patio. It looks dead. You open the door, and he flies off. I believe he had a heat stroke.

The same bird is lying on the top of your back wall…on its side, with his head flopped down. He looks dead. You open the door, and he flies off. Again, I’m calling it heat stroke.

Wild rabbits are trying to get inside your door to escape the heat.

You are excited because this is your last year to experience Arizona’s extreme heat.

I’m thankful for AC. I realize that is not a comfort that everyone has the pleasure of enjoying.
Well, that’s all I have. My friends in Montreal have been telling me that they just went through a horrific few days of extreme heat. I know most of the country is suffering through extreme temps. Stay well, stay cool.

Thank you for visiting. Peace out, my friends.