I went to see the new X-Files movie today. And while I was driving there I noticed that the temperature outside? The air? Well, it felt like the Mormons had all turned their high voltage hair dryers on at the exact same time on the hottest and highest setting possible and were blowing them directly in my face. Full-blast.
It was so hot I was actually having trouble breathing. Yes. That kind of hot.
So I decided that I'd actually check, you know, to see how hot it was? Because it felt like I had descended to that section of Hell reserved for the people who truly have made pacts with the Devil. And I hadn't remembered signing any special papers lately with anyone who had horns or a pointy tail, but then, you know, sometimes the Devil doesn't actually LOOK like the Devil when you're signing the papers. He only turns into the Devil seven years later after you've been sleeping with him for a while.
The thermometer in my car which is usually off by about two or three degrees on the side of actually being COOLER than the real temperature outside said that it was 108. People, may I remind you that I am a girl that for the last twenty years has lived beside an ocean where the temperature in July rarely climbs above 70?
108!
Knowing that, I, of course immediately got Naked. Thank goodness it is Friday and I have my "special pass" so I can't possibly be arrested for wandering the streets of Salt Lake without clothes. If the police ask, I'll just show them that pact I signed with the Devil seven years ago and tell them to go take it up with him.
Yes, I realize these pictures are not quite the naked photos you're used to receiving. I got a new camera. I need to get a tripod and a remote.
I promise I'll have a chat with the Devil about that the next time I see him.
