It’s friggin’ hot. Of course, it ain’t Texas-hot, but it’s hot. Almost 1pm and it’s 86 with enough humidity to make it feel like 93. That’s hot enough to give me what my brother John so eloquently called “butt gravy.”
It’s friggin’ hot. Of course, it ain’t Texas-hot, but it’s hot. Almost 1pm and it’s 86 with enough humidity to make it feel like 93. That’s hot enough to give me what my brother John so eloquently called “butt gravy.”