oy, I'm shvitzing

It's too darn hot.

I've turned into a heat pansy. It's not even that hot - only about 32, but still. I'm melting.

I will most likely die when I get back to Adelaide for our sweltering 40 degree plus summer period.

But we South Australians have a little something over our South French counterparts: - Air Conditioning.
That, and deodorant. Learn to embrace the anti-antiperspirant people! Your odeur is stinking out entire aisles at the supermarket!

The best place to be at the moment, aside from the beach with 10,000 of my closest French, Dutch, German, Norwegian freinds - is in our car. The blue bomber has had her A/C re-gassed and she blows like a $10 hooker.

So what possessed me to walk to the supermarket?? Clearly a lapse in judgment.

I decided to boycott actual cooking tonight as we have leftover salad and potato salad from last night so I just bought some more salad stuff, cold meats and fruit. And a giant watermelon.

Which was fine in the trolley, but walking home. That shit was heavy. And there was no-one to sympathise when I arrived home, nor to understand why I kept saying "I carried a Watermelon".

So I called M -

"I carried a watermelon and I'm shvitzing"

"umm, what?"

"You know - like from Dirty Dancing?!? - I carried a ... oh never-mind. But it's so hot outside and I'm shvitzing"

"You're shiting???"

"No I'm ... ugh! It's yiddish - I .. uh. Oh Forget it. Would you like to go for a swim after work?"

"Umm, I guess so.... will you be making more sense by then?"

"It's HOT! I just walked home carrying a watermelon!!!"

"ok. I'll take that as a No and call you back later then."

I feel your pain Baby.