Are the Cookies Ready Yet?

If you wonder what it’s like to walk into an oven at 117 degrees to see if the cookies are done, then head to Palm Springs in the middle of July.

As we approached Rancho Mirage, we watched the car thermometer rise…100, 103, 105, 106…110…111…113…114…115…116…117.

117.

I have never experienced heat quite like that before.

Everytime we left an area with air conditioning and into the heat, my husband would ask, “Are the cookies ready yet?!” We’d feel like we just opened the oven door to check on cookies baking.

Look at the mountains, nakey!  Nothing grows here.

Like you often hear, “it’s a dry heat.” It is. Just overwhelms you by filling your face with the inability to breathe. Your eyeballs dry up, you take a breath in, only to dry all the saliva in your throat and mouth and you exhale saying, shit that's hot.

Once you regain the ability to spit again, you sweat, or if you’re like me, you don’t sweat at all, you internally boil then pray you can get one of those perspiration moustaches.

It doesn’t happen, so then heat stroke knocks on my door and asks to come in.

THAT’s when I ordered my first Mai Tai and the rest of the weekend was easy.

Okay, so I did alternate Mai Tai, water, Mai Tai, wine spritzer, water, beer, then water again.

Duh, I didn’t want a headache!

Those palm trees?  Mirage!

Why do you think they call it Rancho Mirage? NOTHING GROWS HERE.

This was the first vacation that I wanted to be equally imbibing fluids as I wanted to be submerged in pool, all day, all night. It’s actually a nice plan, though we did have to dry off to eat once in a while too.

I even went down both waterslides. Water shot up my nose so fast, I momentarily couldn’t find which way was up from the bottom of the pool, what a rush.

So the low for the weekend was 89 degrees and that’s at 7am.

Just as we all got our wings and were acclimated, it’s time to pack up and head home.

It’s okay, though, hub has to work tomorrow and K has school.

Plus, I gotta get home to watch the Bachelorette!

It’s going to be the best finale, YET.

Bye, desert heat, I hardly knew ye.

We will be back though.

NOTE---if your oven is only set to 117, cookies will take 4 times longer to bake...if at all...just eat the raw dough...raw eggs, schmawschneggs!


PS NOTE---I don't endorse eating raw eggs. That was just a joke.

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  1. Sherri said...

    Ugh, that "dry heat"....I know exactly what you are talking about! I remember visiting relatives in Arizona in June, feeling like I couldn't breathe because it was THAT DRY!

    Beautiful pool, though! And I'm sure the Mai Tai went down easy..

  2. Me said...

    I'm all too familiar with the heat--when we moved to the North State 4 1/2 years ago, I was told it would get hot. I was NOT prepared for 10 days straight of 118+ within a month of giving birth. But trust me, I would much prefer the dry heat. While it initially takes your breath away, at least you are not melting like with humidity!

    Looks like you had a great time.

    P.S. BTW, we are having a cooling trend this week up here in the North end of the State--we should get all the way down to 103!

  3. Jennifer said...

    Well, the pictures are beautiful! It looks like you had a good time!

  4. Liz said...

    Wuss! :) LOL!
    Come to East Texas & see what ya think.

  5. Jamie said...

    Wow that is hot!!! Sounds like a great time though....

  6. beth said...

    Heading to Palm Springs (or a town like mine...Scottsdale, AZ)in July is a punishment. What did you do so wrong??!!

  7. The Blue Zoo said...

    Dang that is hot!!

    The waterslides look like a ton of fun!!

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