The heat around here is dumb. Double dumb. Triple-digit dumb. I was counting the number of days that we’ve been above 100, but somewhere around 35, I had a heatstroke and forgot what number we were on. 
Ooooo! Can’t wait until we have that cold front on Saturday!
So, we thought, I know! Let’s go to the beach! It’s at least 10 degrees cooler there.
So, we headed for the beach. And then Don decided to join us.
Don is such a party pooper.
But until he gets here (I think we have 4 hours until his arrival), I’m going to be sitting right here.
And I’m not moving.
Until Don shows up.
Amen. Are you really that close to me?
We have those chairs.
Stay safe, we’re at the house waiting and hoping.
<3
UGH I’m so glad I live in a cool coastal climate, I’m pretty sure I’d die if exposed to 100+ degree weather. Don’t know how y’all do it!