And today, I am reminded why I do not live in Texas. It's freakin' HOT out there! Considering we hit the 90's in March this year, I shouldn't be surprised. But man! It's impossible to not break into a sweat just from taking a bag of trash to the garbage bin.
So we stayed in today.... mostly. Dan had a project he had to complete, so he wasn't home most of the morning, but the boys & I -- we sat in the air-conditioned house watching Cars and playing with toys. Just the way nature intended.
After Evan's nap, I had to get my cabin-fevered butt out of the house. Target has air-conditioning. So does McDonalds. It was actually really pleasant sitting at Mickey D's, letting the boys play while I enjoyed -- really enjoyed -- an Oreo McFlurry. And Dan enjoyed -- really enjoyed -- his vanilla shake.
Now, it's 10pm and fireworks are going off all over the place. Perhaps next year.... but for now, I'm perfectly content to turn out the lights and pretend it's the thunderstorm they've been telling us we're getting for the past three weeks (and we've yet to see...).
