
So…with a new month, I thought I would start a new hobby…blogging. And while the experience is new and I have to admit I am feeling some kind of pressure to be witty and opinionated…that will probably not be the case for every post. There may be sometimes where I feel in rare form enough to be creative and funny but not so much for my first one. Today I am just going to talk about my first 4th of July experience in Louisiana. One word…HOT. And, I mean HOT, and not like HOT, I wish I had a fan HOT, I am talking HOT like, sitting on a blanket waiting for
fireworks to start and you feel the back of your shirt stating to soak through with sweat with sweat beads at your temples and dripping off the tip of your nose HOT. All the while, just waiting to oooh and aaah for 15 mintues at a pyromaniac’s vision of beauty.
fireworks to start and you feel the back of your shirt stating to soak through with sweat with sweat beads at your temples and dripping off the tip of your nose HOT. All the while, just waiting to oooh and aaah for 15 mintues at a pyromaniac’s vision of beauty.


it was hotter than two fat rats making babies in a wool sock!
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