The Coldest Day of the Year
Last year, July 18th was colder than the dead of winter. Honest to God. It was so cold the summer swans were frozen solid in midair. All I can say is we’re lucky Uncle Dan got bit by that horsefly the day before or else we’d all be dead.
There we were, the entire family – Mom, Pop, Granddad, Aunt Lizzy, me, Cecilia, and little baby Jeffery – rubbing our hands over Uncle Dan’s beet-red bug bite to keep warm. And Aunt Lizzy had the gall to say, “Why couldn’t you let the horsefly bite you twice?”
What a bitch!
