I am hot. Melting. I don't usually mind the heat but today I feel unbearable even in front of the AC. The heat index is supposed to top 180, oops, I mean 108 F by 3 pm; cheesy peas, it feels like 180.
Why is it so hot? Well, it is Iowa and this is State Fair week (starts Thursday), though forecast has it back to cool (85/60 as the high/low with a breeze). Ha. I bet it rains lava instead. Seriously though, we get so hot and humid here because of the corn. We have lots of corn.
I keep singing the lyrics to one of my favorite Christmas songs. Big Bad Voodoo Daddy performs it on their Christmas Album.
Lyrics to Heat Miser Song
(Heat Miser in bold, chorus in italics)
I'm Mister Green Christmas
I'm Mister Sun
I'm Mister Heat Blister
I'm Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I'm too much!
He's Mister Green Christmas
He's Mister Sun
He's Mister Heat Blister
He's Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
He's too much!
Thank you!
I never want to see a day
That's under sixty degrees
I'd rather have it eighty,
Ninety, one hundred degrees!
(spoken)
Oh, some like it hot, but I like it
REALLY hot! Hee hee!
He's Mister Green Christmas
He's Mister Sun
Sing it!
He's Mister Heat Blister
He's Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I'm too much!
