Warren,
Tru really has it rough. I bet he wouldn't be rushing out to work here today. In keeping with the heat theam, here is an e-mail that I received from a man I know who lives in Arkansas.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE IN ARKANSAS IN JULY WHEN. . .
The birds have to use potholders to pull worms out
of the ground.
The trees are whistling for the dogs.
The best parking place is determined by shade
instead of distance.
Hot water now comes out of both taps.
You can make sun tea instantly.
You learn that a seat belt buckle makes a pretty
good branding iron.
The temperature drops b elow 95 and you feel a little
chilly.
You discover that in July it only takes 2 fingers to
steer your car.
You discover that you can get sunburned through your
car window.
You actually burn your hand opening the car door.
You break into a sweat the instant you step outside
at 7:30 a.m.
Your biggest bicycle wreck fear is, "What if I get
knocked out and end up lying on the pavement and cook
to death?"
You realize that asphalt has a liquid state.
The potatoes cook underground, so all you have to
do is pull one out and add butter, salt and pepper.
Farmers are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep them
from laying boiled eggs.
The cows are giving evaporated milk.
Ah, what a place to call home. . . God Bless Our State!!!
Ron
