“We can’t get married in July or August,” he said. “Your Yankee friends and family will melt.” So we picked a June day. It turned out to be the hottest day of the year in the country. And that day, my friends, was the day Kenny learned that “summer wool” is a crock.
Y’all. We are almost approaching heat index temperatures like those we enjoyed the day @laurensmith.bsky.social and I got married.