OMG. You’d think after living in Las Vegas for almost 10 years I could handle a little heat. It’s 102 right now, and I’m melting. I’ve turned into such a wimp since we moved to California.
I have errands to run, sand to play in.. And I really don’t want to leave the comfort of my A/C, even though I’m having some cabin fever because we haven’t left the house since the movie Wednesday morning.
I think the dog is melting too.