Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Why?

Why did I move from this...



To this...




And this...


Friggin' fraggin' dirty bastard Asian Tiger mosquitoes! I hate you!

Why, dear God? Why?!?!!!

12 comments:

Gunfighter said...

Baaahahahahahaha!

You're stuck now!

Roast with the rest of us!

Kimberly said...

Try 114 degrees! It's miserable! Oven hell!

Terri@SteelMagnolia said...

Oh boy...

It was 111 degrees on Friday...
it's been in triple digits all week... I think it's going to be 106 tomorrow...
it's awful hot ...

but we do not have humidity...
or mosquitos...

Janet M Kincaid said...

Okay, Bill: That little comment just kicked you down to the B-list, man! The B-LIST!! Do not mock me about mosquitoes. Seriously, though, I think we're not roasting around these parts as much as we're actually stewing.

Kim: Yeah, but at least it's dry heat. That I can handle. It's the heat AND the humidity that make for days from hell.

Terri: You nailed it. There's the difference: the humidity and the mosquitoes. Hate those buggers!

CreoleInDC said...

LOL! I'm going home to the REAL South next week. And boy oh boy...is it gonna be HOT!

Anonymous said...

First they take away my stapler, and then, and then they move me down to Storage Room B, and then.. then they turn up the heat and make me kill mosquitos. I'm, I'm gonna write a strongly worded letter to the editor of this blog and have her do something. Yeah. I could make her move out of D.C.
Today hit 75 degrees in Denver.

:)

ME said...

Tell me about it!

South Texas temps are hovering under 100 degrees, but the humidity makes it feel worse. Every couple of weeks, a thunderstorm will cool things off. I dread August and September.

What's weird is leaving my overchilled office building, going outside and having my glasses fog up.

Miss Understood said...

I love the heat. Hotter the better! But cannot stand mossies.

Terri@SteelMagnolia said...

Yes, it's mosquitoes... w/ an e...
not mosquitos...

Can't spell... drats.. I wish this comment box had a spell checker...

Sister Mary Lisa said...

I feel for ya.

I'm actually glad, because I'm counting on you becoming miserable enough to finally quit D.C. and head to California, where I will enjoy sitting by your pool and drinking a cool drink on a day like the one you posted, right smack dab in the middle of my comfort zone! Yeah, baby!

Janet M Kincaid said...

Creole: Have fun in Lou-zee-ana (at least, I'm assuming that's where you're off to.) Send me a postcard, girl!

Anon.: Excellent! I often do feel like the Swingline Stapler dude from Office Space.

ME: Totally different from L.A. humidity, isn't it? It's lovely for the skin, but not so lovely for that "fresh and clean" feeling we gals are always striving for.

Miss U: The hotter the better, okay, but the humidity, too?!?! Ick. Still, I'd be happy to package some of this warmth up and send it your way, if you'd like. I'm always happy to share...

Terri: No biggie! As for the mosquitoEs, they suck. (No pun intended, just bitterness.)

SML: Seriously. It's a conspiracy, I think. Between the awful weather and the job, I'm ready to pack it in today.

sideon said...

I don't understand why you haven't moved back to the Bay area?...Except having Rice there is one good reason.