Okay so I know I’ve already got a thread game in flight (and doing surprisingly well, I must admit) right now, but two things occurred the other day that I don’t want to let slide by.
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While on a teleconference call the other night, one of the attendees remarked that the day had been a record-breaker, beating the highest temperature recorded for that particular day, a record that had stood for thirty-four years.
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Because tons of ancient conversations have been resurrected subsequent to our move to the Discourse platform, I stumbled on a thread game that was a couple years old, titled “How cold was it?”
Well, this is the natural counterpart, for which I’ll start:
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The billows of steam coming off the surface of my pool made the nearby rose bush wilt.
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While trying to cool off, the cat was diving into the pool – pretty good twists and somersaults, too!
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Not only was it so hot that I was frying eggs on the sidewalk* in the afternoon, but Mr. Jones from next door was making blackened rib-eye steaks on the asphalt!
Your turn!
–G!
*Well, not directly. We laid out a strip of aluminum foil and weighted the ends down with blocks of wood. Then I waited ten minutes and dropped a pat of butter on the foil. A minute later I cracked and fried an egg on the buttered surface!
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin’ down the road
…–Ronnie Van Zant (Lynrd Skynrd)
…Call Me the Breeze
…[written by J.J. Cale]
…Second Helping
