It's Getting Hot Up in Herrrr

Growing up in the elementary schools of Midwest and Northeast suburbia, I've rendered my fair share of crayon art depicting the good ol' March slogan "In like a lion, out like a lamb." We used cotton balls for the lion's mane and for the lamb's wool - economizing at its best. Anyhoodles, down in Southeast Texas, I suppose the slogan would be "In hot as balls, out hotter than balls." [I won't be making a crayon drawing of that.]

Landon and I ran into the grocery store earlier in the week for a couple items and we are already hitting the walls of A/C shock. You know the kind: Where transitioning from 65 degree indoors to 95 degree outdoors throws your body into a goosebumpy sweaty confused state. After picking up our staples (milk, chicken, Snickers, eggs, etc), the car was a mini oven. It's too early for this:


Before you comment on the fact I haven't reset my trip meter in a while or that I should plan a trip to the gas station soon, I wanted to direct your attention to the temperature gauge reading 95 degrees.

The good news? Landon gets to lay around in his diapers (translates to less laundry - woohoo!) and when he does wear duds, he gets to try out some of his Japanese yukatas (kind of like a summertime kimono).