Monday, May 01, 2006
Bruce Makes His Announcement
Meet Bruce The Shark. His lower appendage has the remarkable ability to tell the temperature. He started of his career as a rectal thermometer but he's just too aggressive. And big. Getting your rectal temperature read by Bruce is tantamount to sharing jail cell with a guy named Bubba, who refers to you as "my wife".
Anyway, Bruce has now signaled the official start of full-on swim season at Crime Dog's Margaritaville West Tiki Bar and Cement Pond. Ladybug and I have been swimming (admittedly, in short bursts) for a week or two already, but most folks - TFMCD included - don't want to get past the knees till Bruce breaks 80 degrees.
Whoa, I almost had a Johnnie Cochran moment there. If it ain't 80 degrees, I won't soak my knees.
It's a little like Groundhog Day, and for the first time since early October, Bruce saw his shadow today. The patio thermometer says 102, and Bruce is at 82.
Before you know it, it'll be hot.
