Fine Weather

I decided to use the word fine in the title of this post. It's fine in the 1950's sense of fine, as in "Boy, that Whitey Ford sure is a fine pitcher," or "Mmm-MMM, honey! That was a mighty fine pot roast!" You get the idea. Fine as in really swell. So the weather over the past few days sure has been fine. Sunny and warm, but not too warm. And dry. It sure is nice when the heat arrives with dryness. Humidity can kiss my ass. That's funny, because when it's humid out it looks like it has kissed my ass, and my back, and my face, and my melon, and all my other parts. A big sloppy humid kiss - with tongue. Blech. Humidity is gross, but we'll address that when it arrives. Right now we'll revel in this stretch of fine, fine, fine, fine days.
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