George and Martha

We gave our best regards to George and Martha at Mount Vernon. 

I was sweating like a pig on a roaster.  It was 99% humidity, and I know this because I could SEE the air.  You aren't supposed to see air.

But since I was in the South I behaved myself.  I dabbed my sweaty brow with a dainty white tissue and exclaimed,

Oh my stars!  I'm wilting like a summer rose!

I went to the rest room and had to peel my garments off.  You aren't supposed to peel garments off.

Oh my goodness, it was so beautiful and so miserable all at the same time.

I was all out of sorts by the time we had seen it all.  I was not very happy.  So then we did this:

And all was right in the world.