It's Hottern a Stolen Tamale

Yesterday I tried so hard to live without air conditioning in the house and car. Around 5pm, after waking up from a nap in front of the TV (did the Astros win? We still don't know) Stephen, Tika and I looked at each other and realized we were three piles of melted moosh. Tika was sprawled out on slate in front of the fireplace, I was spread out on the couch and Stephen sat in his easy chair. We two humans slogged our way to the windows, shut them and then turned on the air. Tika cracked open her eyes in anticipation. Five minutes later we were like reconstituted orange juice.

Ye Olde Homestead

Here are some shots of our bedroom, staircase, living room, dining room and kitchen since folks were asking for pics. Note the messy Saturday morning environment.

Not Quite Hottern Hell

This is a wonderful day in my Houston history - air conditioning is not necessary because it is only 75 degrees in the house. There is still humidity but at least we can walk around without sticking to everything. Tika the cat seems a bit more animated too.

To learn more Texas hot expressions visit http://www.geocities.com/theladyrebel60/sayings.html

Here are a few gems:

Texas has four seasons, drought, flood, blizzard and twister.
Hell, its been windier than a 50 pound sack of whistling lips
It's hottern a stolen tamale
It's hottern a honeymoon hotel
Its so dusty the rabbits are diggin holes six feet in the air
Its so foggy the birds is a walkin