Baby, It’s Hot Outside
Just stepped out the back deck…overlooking the city. Great views of Helen’s, Hood and I do see Adams (the mountain, not Sam) playing peek-a-boo.
But:
Hot. Dry.
In re: 87 degrees at 4 p.m., humidity 17 percent, wind N6 but can’t feel it.
Need air conditioning.
Really need beer. How about a Sam Adams (the beer, not the City Commissioner)
And you?
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Sam Adams is dog swill. If you don’t do local, grab a Siera Nevada Pale Ale. Beer snob here.
Was feeling it this afternoon as well. Thankfully, I have both conditioned air and beer. High Five.
Grab a local pint before reaching for anything else.
Once again, since I know it’s been pointed out before: it’s Mt. St. Helens. No apostrophe.
Russ: “Great views of Helen’s, Hood and I do see Adams (the mountain, not Sam) playing peek-a-boo.”
OA: “Once again, since I know it’s been pointed out before: it’s Mt. St. Helens. No apostrophe.”
Russ was actually referring to his view of his neighbor Helen’s apartment. At *certain* times of day, I hear it is indeed quite nice.