Hundred Degree Days In Missouri

We are sluggish and miserable and fighting and mean. Our collie is dragging, she's angry as any lop-off-your-head queen. The temperatures are heating us up in a variety of ways. Our attitudes match the temperatures, there is no relief these days. Our cat Poindexter Puddle Pooh is so snarly, persnickety and mad We heard her call the garbage man a name, and it sounded like cad. Temps have been over a hundred, mostly 112 for a month and a half. There is no breeze, no rain, no moisture, no wind, not even a draft. We are unruly, a mob, angry as hops, staying inside with our clan. This is not exciting or fun by anyone's imaginative plan. We are staying inside, but if the air conditioning breaks I have to admit, it would be worse than ten thousand tooth aches. We are not happy, we are nasty, we are irritable, wet to go off. Ready to annihilate our enemies, we do eye-rolling, and plenty of scoff. We have played video games until our eyes are too tired to see. I wish the rain would come soon. I am starting to hate my TV. The dog is wanting a litter box for himself, he will not go outside. I do not blame him. With this weather, I want a cave in which to hide.