Women seem to have been given every proper piece of equipment compared to us men, we collectively have many flaws - The inability to focus on more than one or two things at a time, a strong need to scratch stuff and we all know the asking for directions thing, and on and on.
I say these things because my dear wife and pal Mrs. Sausage has no temperature gauge!! hers was swept in that proverbial waste basket by the grand architect or matrix programmer or whatever you believe. Today in the sunshine state the weather is best described as if the grand architect or matrix programmer or whatever you believe actually is on holiday right here right now.
As a young lad growing up on the pitches of Dundee playing football in shorts in January, then sweltering around the Florida fields in August, I have witnessed the extreme opposites of weather. To me it's no bother because I have a temperature gauge properly installed by the grand architect or matrix programmer or whatever you believe.
Outside my door today is perfection - 76 degrees of warmth with a gentle breeze, the sun bathing our faces in all its glory. So far today Mrs. Sausage has been the following - freezing, warm and now hot. I tried to explain the grand architect, matrix programmer thing and the look I got was - icy with a chance of sleeping on the couch.
|Found in the bin at the offices of the grand architect, matrix programmer or whatever you believe.|
|Mrs. Sausage Fingers aka Mama Hot Flash|