Oh brother is it hot. I know in theory I should like heat, seeing as apparently I came from some place where it is almost always 98.6 degrees — I think they call that place the Congo — but I don't like this heat wave one bit. It makes me all red-faced and fussy and I have to recruit the first ambulatory being who comes by to pick me up and take me to the wind machine. The wind machine helps a little, but it's not ideal in that it makes me blink a lot, and also you have to admit it's sort of scary. I'm told the heat might break tomorrow. I sure hope so or I'm going to have to sleep in the freezer. Also my tomato plants are probably going to wilt.
By the way, it's my third (week) birthday. I'm sure your gift is in the mail.
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