Listen.I don't like to air my dirty laundry any more than the rest of you, but sooner or later this whole big thing is going to come out. So I thought it would be best if you heard it straight from me.
Me and the Weatherman? We're splitsville.
In-A-Godda-da-vida. Or whatever.
I mean honestly, what has he done for me lately?
I'll tell you what. He told me last week that it would cool off considerably by today.
Quite obviously he's a liar.
He told me that yesterday would most likely be our last day of temperatures over the century mark.
HMMM... Another lie.
He's even been predicting some pretty fancy rain over the coming weekend and I'm sorry but would ANYONE BE TERRIBLY SHOCKED IF THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN EITHER?
No, no, I didn't think so.
Earlier this afternoon I officially melted for the 79th time this summer. A person can only put up with so much abuse. I tell you a person can wipe the dripping make-up off of her face with the hem of her shirt ONLY SO MANY TIMES AND STILL MAINTAIN SOME LEVEL OF GLAMOUR-ESQUE-NESS.
Especially if her shirt is white. Or started out white.
Tell me I'm not right.
Last week I broke the news to The Chief that I was thinking about, you know, finally and forever breaking up with the weatherman. Oh but we all know The Chief, though. He's a "forgiver" and a "try-harder" kind of guy, and he encouraged me to well, ' hang in there' and 'give the guy another chance'.
"It's just the right thing to do, Lu."
Well look what all my 'hanging in there' and devotion got me...
It got me hot and sweaty with my leg skin stuck to the seat of my car again.
That, my friends, is what it got me.
And my pride (and my gauze-covered leg skin) has just once and for all had enough.
Now it's just me and The Sportscaster.
He and I will do just fine until he starts ragging on The Aggies decision to high-tail it out of the Big 12, or getting on my VERY LAST NERVE talking about those people in Austin and their shiny, new little network.
Then I suppose I'll have to give him the BIG HEAVE HO as well.
And this time, don't you worry, I'll pay no attention to The Chief's little pep talk about "Oh Lu, surely you can make this all work out-JUST TRY HARDER."
I believe I've learned my lesson.
And after that? I'm down to the Traffic Guy.