Whew! Having an open air Jeep was always one of my dreams, and ordinarily I love it, but. . . Oh. My. God. Even with the bikini top on (the Jeep's top, not mine!), I think I lost 5 pounds just in sweat. I had to go out for a bit, and before I did, I put my trusty 1950s Honeywell thermometer out on the patio (in the shade). It can read up to
110° 120° (my mistake), and by the time I got back, that needle was pegged.
So, I called the Channel 8 time & temperature lady/man/machine thingy (it changes from female to male in mid-O'clock). She/he/it says it's 120°. AOL/Weather Channel says it is 113°, but it feels like 104°! My sweaty ass, it does.
Our ABC affiliate said yesterday that the hottest temperature on record for Las Vegas ever was 117°. TINFOIL HAT ALERT: Uh-huh, sure it was. That's just what you tell the tourists. I've been here for 13 years, and I can tell the difference between 100° and 110°, and let me tell you it is noticeable. So imagine the extra ten on top. You just know.
What the heck is AUGUST going to be like in this valley? Damn. I don't know if this has anything to do with Al Gore's theories, but I think I'm going to start paying more attention.