You know it's hot when...

I have just got back home after being away for six weeks. it is hot here. How do I know it’s hot?

I know it’s hot when…

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I go to have a shower, turn just the cold water on, and I have to wait for it to cool down.[/ul]

[ul]The cat keeps getting up and shifting to sleep in a piece of shade.[/ul]

[ul]The cat hangs out under the aircon.[/ul]

[ul]The cat wants a bath.[/ul]

[ul]I hose down the roof with cold water and when it drips off and onto my head it’s hot, not just warm, hot.[/ul]

[ul]I go to take a layer of clothing off, only to find that I’m already naked.[/ul]

What are the little give-away clues that tell you it’s hot outside?

:mad: grumble grumble gosh-darn down-under folks grumble ferchrissakes grumble

Oops, should I have posted this in June?

You start taking more than one shower a day.
You contemplate just sitting in the shower for an hour.
You start fantasising about filling your home with water.

We don’t have aircon :frowning:

It’s hot when the water just isn’t cold unless it’s come from out of the fridge. And we don’t even have the extremes you Aussies put up with!

You get an ice cream from the freezer and by the time you get to the lounge room it’s melted.

You know it’s hot when you sweat while having a cold shower

The ice on the street melts under your tires?

In three hours, you only hear the furnace cycle on twice?

I know: You’ve got the oven door open a bit, and you’re standing on your tiptoes with your ass shoved halfway in it. Man, you know it’s hot then. :cool:

You see a dog chasing a cat…and they’re both walking.

You walk your dog, and the bushes kinda leeeean toward him.

You have to keep walking, lest your shoes get sticky on the street.

You stand in front of a Big Ass Fan® for 20 minutes, and your clothes are still wet.

You move the sprinkler and accidentally get wet. Half an hour later, you’re still standing there.

A crowd of 200 people follows the ice cream truck down the street. When the driver runs out of frozen goods, the crowd is too hot to chase him down and kill him.

Two men get into an argument over a pool game, and they go outside to settle it. After thirty seconds in the sun, they decide to go back inside for another beer.

You’re in your suit and tie coming home from work on a stinking hot afternoon and the unairconditioned Cityrail train grinds to a halt in the Wynyard tunnel. Instant sauna!

Too hot?
When I went out last night it was a balmy 15 degrees (Fahrenheit), with a wind chill of 9 (that would be -13 for the Celsius people)…
Wanna trade places?

•The phone line starts exhibiting electrical resistance.
•The nitrogen drifts in the back yard start melting.
•Your Banana no longer doubles as a hammer.

No need to trade places. Hurry up and come down to the South. :slight_smile:

The boundaries of your world decrease to the 2 metre radius range of your measly desk fan. Occasionally extending to the well-worn pathway to the fridge.

Can’t change channel - remote is in No Man’s Land!

Ice becomes a main meal. crunch

No A/C in my craptacular apartment. Whinge!

Sooooo… hot.

Getting muggy though, we might be in in for more storms down this corner. Coz’ there just aren’t enough broken trees at the moment. We need to break more.

The steering wheel of your car leaves burn marks.

Drops of sweat evaporate before hitting the ground.

Waves at Buckler of Swashing - Hey fellow Canberran. That was a fine storm a few days back.

waving at Vagus Nice to meet you! It was a damn fine storm. Nothing like a good storm.

Hey! Look at us! There are two of us down here!

You go to the beach and everyone’s inside their cars with the aircon on.

You open the fridge and the cat’s inside, asleep.

The fan’s on high, and the only thing it does is blow your hair around.

You eat sandwiches for dinner because you can’t face the idea of turning on the stove.

You consume your weight in snowcones.

You put a ice/beer/coke filled esky out on the porch so you and friends have a ready supply this afternoon - and find the cat pressed lovingly against it 5 minutes later.

You find the neighbour’s cat pressed lovingly against the other side 10 minutes after that.
I caught two cats in just such an act yesterday. Wish I had my camera. My cat and my neighbour’s cat HATE each other and either side of an esky is about as close as they’ve ever been without bloodshed.