Heat, Hats, and Haircuts

Shuly and I were sitting on our porch. Our AC had broken down last night. Outside was hot and sticky. Inside was even hotter, like a toaster oven.

We were using paper fans and icy lemonade to keep the heat level down.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so hot,” I said.

“I know,” Shuly said. “I think I might be starting to melt. I could use a good sprinkling of water, but I’m too hot to move.”