Actually, it's a dry and dusty heat. One would think the flies would just keel over from heat exhaustion. But not these flies. Afghan flies are like New Yorkers. They practically cuss you out and tell you to find your own porta-potty. You open the door and they're like, "whatta you lookin' at? some privacy here? gees"
Okay, you guessed it: I'm a little slap happy. Today is exactly 30 days and a wake up until I jump on a plane to the cooler climates of St. Louis-in-July. Bring on that wall of humidity to greet me straight off of the plane. Yum!
I'm stoked also because I have it from a very reliable source that a friend of a friend is hand-carrying a special delivery of hubba bubba to Bagram Air Field for delivery to yours truly, as we speak. I hope it doesn't melt. Ha Ha!
2 comments:
Don't you get tired of that "Yeah, but it's a dry heat" bologna? It may be a dry heat, but it is still hotter than most people can imagine. I always thought of it like opening the oven door, and having the hairs in my nostrils kind of curl up looking for an escape from the onslaught of heat.
Let's just hope the rivers go down along with the humidity when you are home for your R&R.
WOW!!! I can not imagine that type of heat! Do you need conditioner?
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