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.
But until he gets here (I think we have 4 hours until his arrival), I’m going to be sitting right here.
Until Don shows up.