I hate the heat…It just sucks the life out of me. Seriously. I get crabby. It exhausts me. I think, if I were a bear, that I’d hibernate all summer and take my chances foraging in the winter. Think about it; I’d have that big furry coat to keep me warm. I think it’s much easier to get warm that to cool yourself down. I know I’m whining…but I hate opening the door and hitting a wall of heat just to get the mail.
Now you may be wondering why I’m bringing up this little tidbit right now. Well, it’s August and there’s this little matter of a wedding next year around this time. Geez…I just know it’s going to be HOT. So, in addition to dealing with the stress of a wedding, I’ll be sweating – er, glowing. I hate to sweat…umm glow. Maybe that’s why I hate the heat…Oh well, it’s circular logic…and of no value.
Anyway, I will confess that I tried to get my daughter and her fiance to move the wedding until the fall; lauding the colors of the trees as a backdrop for their ceremony. But secretly, I just wanted to avoid the heat. I know that sounds pretty selfish but have I mentioned I hate the heat?
When they didn’t want to move the wedding back a month or so – just because they wanted their friends there and many of their friends had to go back to college by mid-August, I suggested that they wait a bit longer and have it the following spring; again pointing out the beauty of the spring flowers that would be blooming. They could do it over spring break I suggested; then their friends could still attend. But my future son-in-law told my daughter he couldn’t wait that long to marry her. God, he’s SUCH a romantic.
So the wedding will be August 8, 2010 and I know it’s going to be HOT. Even as we plan an evening wedding, the heat continues until the sun finally goes down. I know the heat won’t bother my daughter because she will be floating down the aisle to her beloved. But I worry that I might actually melt; like the Wicked Witch…okay, so she melted because she was drenched in water…but if I sweat, er…glow a lot, it could happen…I’m just sayin’.
Break out the deodorant, it could be a HOT August night…
