It’s Hotter than a Snake’s Ass in a Wagon Rut!

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It’s hot!

Okay, it’s not just hot, it’s really hot!

Okay, it’s not just really hot, it’s like really, totally hot!

Okay, it’s not just like really, totally hot, it’s like really, totally, oppressively hot!

Okay it’s not just like really, totally, oppressively hot… “it’s hotter than a snake’s ass in a wagon rut!”

Yeah, I don’t know what that means, but Robin Williams said it in “Good Morning Vietnam”, so it’s got to mean something.

I looked up a few “It’s Hotter…” quotes. Here’s some highlights:

“It’s hotter than a billy-goat with a blow torch!” I don’t know what this means either but I can only imagine if my two goats, Naughty and Heath were donning blow torches, things would be getting pretty hot.

“It’s hotter than a two-peckered goat!” Pretty self-explanatory, I suppose.  How about a two-peckered goat with a blow torch?

“It’s hotter than a pussy in a pepper patch!” Must have something to do with cats.

“It’s hotter than shit sauce!” I don’t know, I’ve never tried shit sauce.

Anyway, the Midwest, like a lot of the country is in the midst of a record-setting heat wave, with temps in the 100’s. It hasn’t rained in God knows how long and everything is brown and dead.  Seems like in years past we would sit outside two to three evenings a week in the summertime, watching thunderstorms roll in. My 120+ year old house doesn’t have air conditioning, so we put those window units in a bunch of our windows and spend a lot of time sitting around in our underwear. On days like these they seem to be doing not much other than blowing the hot air around.

I have to admit though, hot summer days sort of have this romantic, sexual appeal. It makes me think of Hemingway sitting at a primitive wooden table, in a rustic shelter in Africa with a cold glass of whiskey and a Royal Deluxe typewriter. It makes me think of beaches and cold drinks and salty, burnt skin.

In fact, just yesterday…

I was out doing some work around my property, digging some holes to repair some of the rotted fence posts around our pastures.  I was wearing a pair of Levi’s, heavy work boots and a white, fitted, cotton v-neck t-shirt, worn almost transparent from many years in the washer and dryer. My ripped arms burst out of the sleeves with every shovel full of dry, dusty dirt. Within minutes, hot, searing sweat was dripping down my body, glistening over my pecs and abs and soaking my now see-through shirt. As I worked, the hot sun beat down on my skin, burning and tanning it, deepening the distinguished creases and wrinkles that decorate my face and neck. My hair, coaxed back with salty sweat, styled better than any hair gel could ever provide. Shovel full after shovel full of dirt, my muscles ached with burning pain, rest and cool air the only thing that could ease their desperate misery. My lips, parched and sunburned, craved water, cool and sensual and life-giving.

After a few hours, my wife returned from work and drove into the driveway in a red 1964 Mustang. “Where’s the blue mini-van”, I wondered? As I approached the car, ready to query where it had come from, my thoughts quickly changed as she stepped out, wearing a tight pair of denim, daisy-duke shorts and a plaid, country-girl blouse, tied up in the front.

“Wow, they let you dress like that at work?” I asked.

“Casual Friday,” she replied in a sultry, sexy voice.

“You look good,” I stammered.

“You too” she replied, “you’ve been working?”

“Yeah, for a few hours.”

“Can I get you a glass of ice water?” she offered

“Yeah, that would be great.”

A few minutes later she returned from the house with a large glass of water filled to the brim with ice and with cool, wet condensation running down her arms.

“Tip your head back,” she said.

As I tipped my head back, I could feel her wrap her free arm around me as she pulled her hot, sexy body close to mine. Our burning, luminous sweat mixed as she poured the cold water down my throat and over my chin and chest. As our bodies merged together, her lips touched my ear and she whispered in her steamy, sultry voice….

“Steve, wake up, it’s 8:00 o’clock, Madeline has softball practice at 9:00.”

 “Yeah, I know baby, that’s so hot!”

“Hot, what are you talking about? Wake up, it’s 8:00 o’clock, we have to get Madeline to softball practice by 9:00.”

“What… huh…? Oh, yeah, softball practice… alright, alright, I’m awake… I was just dreaming… I think the heat is getting to me…”

So, it is hot where you are?  Feel free to share your “hotter than…” quotes.  And please… this was purely fictional… my wife doesn’t drive a red 1964 Mustang.

What’s not fictional? It’s definitely “hotter than a snake’s ass in a wagon rut.” I hear it’s supposed to cool off next week!


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26 responses to “It’s Hotter than a Snake’s Ass in a Wagon Rut!

  1. Margie

    Oh yeah, ‘hotter than’ quotes or maybe ‘It’s so hot’ quotes: ‘It’s so hot the chickens are laying hard boiled eggs.’ ‘It’s hotter than a $2 pistol.’

  2. bigsheepcommunications

    Time to trade the minivan in for CENTRAL AIR CONDITIONING!

  3. You’re on fire today, Steve. Unlike most everywhere else, it’s sunny and 70s here. But I did live in SoCal for 20 years, and it got so hot in the San Fernando Valley I once saw two trees fighting over a dog.

  4. It’s hotter than a toad in a tin bucket.

    I’m from the midwest, too. It’s terrible! I went running this morning at 6am when it was a “cool” 90 degrees. Ridiculous.

  5. Hot! the post and our temperatures here. If you kept going, you would rival 50 Shades of Grey…which I of course am NOT reading. Of course not. Who reads such smut? sheesh!
    Ok, but back to hot. Freakin’ hot. Stupid hot. And my poor two year old is in a plaster cast up to his sternum. Broken femur. Boo. next week you say?

    • My wife has read those books. I’m not going to admit it influenced this post. Who would admit that? Sheesh! I read a few pages of one of them, I was trying to find the part where they weren’t having sex, but I gave up after a few pages. Sorry to hear about your baby, I read your post about it. Poor thing!

  6. I’m in central Oregon. It’s only in the last couple days that the heat has really hit us, but boy is it here now. Nothing like what I’m hearing about elsewhere, but hot enough for my tastes.

    I don’t have a good “Hotter than” quote, but I do remember when I was little and my grandfather said, “Hot enough for you?” And I just stared at him. What an idiotic question, I thought. Of course it’s hot enough for me. It’s extremely hot.

    It took me a while to understand sarcasm.

    • Today is actually much better, but still no rain in the forecast even through next week. High temps coming back middle of next week… ugh. I’ve had people say that to me too… “hot enough for you?” That might be a good question in the middle of winter. “No its not hot enough for me, in fact, I’m freezing my ass off!

  7. Haha, Where’s the blue mini-van? Thanks for waking me up. I don’t know how much more salt I could handle. I hope it cools off for you!!

    • The blue mini-van is in the driveway where it should be, next to my Ford Flex… I know, lame! I still have my pick-up though although I rarely drive it. Too much salt?? Or too much pepper… you know, from the pepper patch, whatever that means! Cooler for a few days, then hot again, but no rain in the forecast. I feel like we are in some kind of Mad Max apocalyptic drought!!!!!

  8. Richard Wiseman

    Don’t boast mate.. it’s been raining so much here in the UK people are commuting in canoes. Mt neighbour is building an Ark and it’s July!

  9. It’s pretty hot here in New York!:)

  10. You sure you wanted to write children’s books? That sounds more like 50 Shades of Grey……. 😆

    Look, send us over some warmth – it is FREEZING here!

  11. The Byronic Man’s comment made me laugh. That is so something someone down here in the south would say, where, not only do we have horrendous heat, but HUMIDITY too( even with NO rain. How does that work?)!!!!!!! You walk out the door and it hits you like Linda Ronstadt’s “Heat Wave” and you’re soaked before you make it to your car. Then, when you go in a public building, like to grocery shop or see a movie, you FREEZE because they have the AC down so low you think you’re in Siberia (I’ve heard it gets really cold there…). People around here don’t think you’re crazy when you walk around with a sweater on your arm in 100+ temperatures… They understand. Too bad our sinus’s don’t though. The up and down temps cause havoc there too. Your “steamy” scene reminded me of one of the steamiest scenes I’ve see in a regularly rated movie “Against All Odds” with Jeff Bridges and Rachel Ward. Awesome “sweaty” encounter with them together in an old Mayan ruin…

  12. Heelarious!
    Thanks for the morning chuckle.

  13. libbyhall

    Its brutal here in Virginia too…my mom used to say it was so humid it was like walking through butter…

    Yeah, no Daisy Dukes in the summer…does nasty things to a woman’s junk…just sayin”…you keep that fantasy going though…

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