It's 100 frickin' degrees!

I know what you're thinking: it's summer time. The sun is out and baking the land to a golden bronze. So why is this lame-o bitching about it getting hot? Because I live in the pacific northwest where heat waves top out at 85 for a day or two before droping back into the 70's followed by bursts of rain. That's how we do summers around here. Until now.

My family and I went to town for a few groceries and hit the first major chunk of asphault about ten miles from home. The local bank thermometer read 99 degrees. I thought it was screwed up but my van's own thermometer confirmed it. Three miles south and we hit Marysville, a small city about thirty miles north of Seattle. The fricking temperature hit 101! After stepping out of the van I was hit by a wall of heat that stole my breath. We spent a good two hours shopping for three bags of groceries, just to take advantage of the store's A/C. It helped but only for the moment.

I know that the rest of the country is hitting record temps but this is way out of our league. Give me gray skies and rain anyday: I promise not to bitch.