Hell...No

I don't want to go to hell. I know this because I had a small glimpse of it yesterday. It was in the form of a black 4-door Nissan with broken air conditioning.

If you take the temperature outside (98 degrees) to the 4th power that is the temperature inside my car. Luckily I brought along plenty of water. Of course my water quickly heated up to 211 degrees. Refreshing.

Now, this reminds me of something I have always known. I would not have made a very good pioneer. Even though those church songs make pioneering sound all fun and games, I know the truth. It wasn't all singing and strolling through the sagebrush.

In fact, didn't they all have to cut their own frozen toes off and eat their dead cousins? "Hyrum, will you pass me some of that thigh meat?"

Now don't get all angry. I love the pioneers as much as the next guy. Just having a little blog fun. In fact, I'm named after my own great great great (something) grandfather who died crossing the plains.

So, with Pioneer Day just around the corner I am grateful for the many sacrifices the pioneers made and thankful for all the comforts available to me today.

And now I will wait patiently for the mechanic to call me to let me know "hell" has been fixed.