How hot was it today in Hillmomba?
*105 degrees in the garage
*the dogs lay listlessly on the porch, not even chewing on the half of a right deer antler that had entertained them with such enthusiasm two nights ago
*the top guinea only bit one chicken on the butt
*Bathing Beauty H did not float on a raft in Poolio, but instead sat on a blue pool noodle, mostly submerged, like an aqua-cowboy riding a hollow headless seahorse
*the doorknob on the front door burned my hand like I was Joe Pesci in Home Alone
*I felt sorry for the idiot man-child with a beard skateboarding down a blind hill on two-lane, no-shoulder, rural blacktop