it's no secret that i am not a fan of hot/humid weather. understatement of the year.
however, i know that people don't want to hear me going on and on about how i don't like hot/humid weather. and by don't like it i mean, loathe it.
they don't want to hear it. i get that. just like i don't want to hear you griping about my beloved snow and cold. you don't wanna hear it, i don't wanna hear it. we're even.
and so, before i moved down here, i promised rudy that i would never complain about the heat/humidity. i didn't say i would never comment on it.....because i will.....but i won't gripe. there's a difference between commenting and griping: the difference is, "wow, it sure is hot today" vs. "for the love of $%*@!##$*&! this is the worst flippin' weather in the history of the world and i, for one, am gonna DIE. but not before i kill somebody first."
that's griping.
i promised rudy i wouldn't do that.
and, i won't. in spite of the fact that since moving down here, everyone is scaring me half to pieces about the heat and humidity that's to come. this is what all of them are telling me:
oh, girl, just. wait.
oh, dude, you don't know the half of it. just. wait.
oh, you poor thing! you're just gonna die! DIE! just. wait.
oh, nancy.......nancy, nancy, NANCY......just. wait.
(speaking of nancy, the latest person to warn me that death by heat/humidity is imminent was my dear old school (literally) friend, nancy (flood) staley, who now lives in north carolina - and so she knows what she's talking about - and who only this morning warned me to "just wait until august...")
all of these warnings have left me terrified. standing here in may, on the cusp of june (and july and august after that), i am shaking like a leaf. scared of the weather and scared of the word "just." i never wanna hear the word "just" the rest of my life.
but.
i. promised.
and. i. will. keep. my. promise.
i. will. not. complain.
i. won't.
don't believe me?
just watch.
