It's burning up in here

This is the part of summer that.drags.on.and.on.

It's 100 degrees every day.  The other day it was like 89 and every one was like oh wow, it's so cool.  We are all sweating all.the.time.  My vagina is fine but I can't help but worry about everyone else's. 

Being at the pool and baseball games has lost it's excitement.  Basically because it is so hot you will straight up burst into flames if you are outside for more than 20 minutes.  I'm not excited about popsicles or iced coffee anymore.  Nothing new is on television except for Breaking Bad (thank you Walter White).  Boulevard Zon and Summer Shandy have worn me thin with their sweet lemony-ness.  Nobody has anything to say to me except "Wow it's so hot out!" Occasionally someone will mention that we haven't seen rain in weeks.  It's too hot for pasta or soup or to cook anything indoors.  Everything exciting and good about summer has faded like the last light of a fourth of July firework.

Everyone's murmuring about, do we dare say, fall.  It'll come sweet things and in November I'll be writing a post about how we're tired of...no, no wait, I won't because Fireside Nut Brown is the best beer and everyone loves 50-70 degree weather and leaves changing and Halloween/Thanksgiving and football sundays and new television shows and.and.and.  So hang in there sweet things, it'll be Labor Day soon and six months from now you'll be wishing it was mid July.