DAMN YOU, ANDERS CELSIUS!

We’re starting our 90 degree days here in Denver, our fair city. This means coming out of the gym soaked with sweat to feel the sun bake it into my skin.

I was standing by the free weights in the gym yesterday; I had stopped to wipe the sweat that was threatening to blind me from my face. In mid forehead wipe one of the hot college jocks came up to ask if “Dude” was I using this flat bench that was right in front of me. When I said it was “all his,” he came back with “Well… I am going to be bent over in front of you.” Without missing a beat I came back with “dude, you can bend over in front of me anytime.” This kind of shocked me, coming out of my pie-hole this way. But, he didn’t miss a beat when he said “that would have been the best line ever, if it wasn’t wasted on me.” I smiled, “I know right! The best pick-up line I’m ever going to deliver and it’s totally wasted on the wrong person.”  We both laughed knowing it was all cool as I went back to my self-induced rubdown.

The hot June days also mean at our house it’s the time of year to throw another blanket on the bed. When the days get super-heated the better half decides it’s time to crank the air-conditioning down to negative 40 degrees Celsius. This indicates two things in our house, the feather comforter comes out on the right or my side on the bed and we spend three months debating whether it’s “turn up” the air-conditioning or “turn down” the air-conditioning. As in “Dear God! It’s freezing in here; can you turn up the air-conditioning? Wait! Turn it down?”

I can’t wait for September.