It's 98 degrees in the shade. This summer heat is killing me.
Winchester, it's 68 degrees in here. We have central air.
August is a state of mind. It's a time of lazy afternoons, icy drinks on the front porch, little kids running through sprinklers.
Every afternoon is a lazy afternoon for you. What're you drinking? Can I have a sip?
It's chilled mango juice. Very tasty. And no, you may not have a sip. Get your own.
That's what I like about you. You're always so eager to share.
I think I'll mosey on down to the ol' swimming hole for a refreshing dip.
Dip? You run like a scalded moose if The Writer accidently flicks a drop of water on you.
Turn the fan up another notch, will you? When you talk, you blow hot air on me.