Written by I complain a lot.
Unintentionally, I swear, but I do.
(Amy says I like to complain, but I actually hate it. I don”t even realize I”m complaining until I complain. I complain to myself that I complain, and get stuck in a vicious cycle of complaint. But I digress…)
It”s hot here. I know I”ve mentioned this several times, but it”s hard to really appreciate how hot it is until you”ve been to a place like this. Amy has, so this doesn”t really seem to bother her much. I, although raised in a hot and humid environment, never liked it. (This is why I love living in Calgary.) And even in the shade or on a cloudy day (such as it is today), it”s still hot. Sweating is simply unavoidable. The goal is more survival to stay cool.
I mention, maybe every ten minutes or so (read: complain constantly) that it”s too hot. Although Amy agrees, I”m sure there”s an unspoken “I know, now shut up about it, already!” that goes along with it.
It”s hot. Have I mentioned that it”s hot? It”s far too hot. I don”t understand how it can be this hot. Man, I”m hot.
And yet, Amy hasn”t killed me yet. Way more patience than me, I gotta say…
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