One Hundred and Hell Degrees

I apologize if you are offended by this blog post title, but that is approximately how hot it is in SoCal today. I'm not even joking. Everything is sweaty. Everything. I think my fingernails are even sweating.

I was always known as a happy child growing up. Typically had a good attitude, never ever threw tantrums. Ask my mom, I was a pretty good kid. Until... it got hot. Every ounce of Christianity immediately left my soul the second I get over heated. I had been known to literally turn in to Satan once it got over 85. Since I have grown into a more mature adult, I have learned to take better control of my anger and the demon possession instead turned into OUT OF CONTROL crying. I'm not even joking.

I came home from school today, poured myself a big drink, spent a little bit of time trying to fix our crappy air conditioning and then I bawled. Like a baby. I can't help it. Heat makes me completely lose it.

I'm starting to think that baby Penny hates heat as much as I do. For the last three days there has been this ridiculously hard spot sticking out on the right side of my stomach. I think it must be a foot or elbow or something, but it's like she is saying, "Mom, what the heck is happening?! I will continue to stab you until you improve my living conditions". I can't say that I blame her.

If there are any of you who would like to confront my complaining and bad attitude could you please wait until December? This is more for your sake than mine. You seriously do not want to tempt the "heat" demon to come out of hiding. :)