Anywho, I'm now sporting a rockin' farmer's tan and wishing I lived farther north. I don't take the heat so well. (Next week: sixty degree rain! That's the stuff.)
No more of this.
(Click the link for a photo of a melting ice cream truck. You're welcome.)
Write a scene/story which includes the words frigid, ice, scorch, humid, and brick.
And please tell me, how do you get through this heat without
hijacking an ice cream truck melting?