It was 105 degrees in Phoenix yesterday. I don’t know if you’re aware, but it’s only April.
I try not to complain excessively about the heat here. It’s sort of like complaining about traffic in L.A. or idiots in the security checkpoint line at the airport. It’s a fact of life; suck it up.
(But … it’s APRIL.)
What does one do when it is 105 degrees in April? Why, one models one’s new sunglasses, of course.
Once the fashion show is over, one might take a dip in the pool.
If one still feels a bit warm, one’s father might spray one down with a hose.