I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I won’t think about it. I won’t think about it. This is me not thinking about it.
Me: It…what?
Stella: My feet. My tongue. My hot hair. I won’t think about it being umpteen gillion degrees out here.
Me: That’s what I’ve been telling y’all. Summer has finally arrived in Texas. Let’s go back inside where it isn’t umpteen gillion degrees.
Stella: Hah…hah…hah…I can do this. My big ole bulldog mind over matter. And the matter is the heat.
Me: While there’s something to that, the temperature is still the temperature. It helps to stay calm and hydrated and use all the cooling tricks. But 101 degrees Fahrenheit is still…
Stella: 38 degrees Celsius.
Me: How do you know that?
Stella: One of the talking humans on the Picture Box kept…well, talking about it. Why are humans so complicated? Why can’t you all just say, ‘it’s friggin’ HOT!”
Me: Humans are hard to explain.
Stella: Mind over matter. Mind over matter.
Me: Why don’t we go back inside?
Stella: My mind tells me that the heat is the matter and my mind tells me the matter is I’m not inside with the cold air. Problem solved.
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