I know y’all probably get tired of me talking about the heat, but look at this.
And that was after we’d been in the car for a few minutes. It originally read 126.
I’m not kidding.
Also, the yellow hazard light is lit because the stay wag was having brake light issues that have since been remedied. I know you’re so relieved.
Anyway, we have even been under heat advisories. That kind of thing doesn’t generally happen in Texas because, well, it’s Texas. It’s supposed to be hot. And as P likes to remind me (multiple times!) every summer, when you live in San Antonio you’re practically living on the edge of a desert.
But yet I continue to complain about the heat.
Needless to say, we’ve been spending a lot of time inside this week for two reasons.
1. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but it’s hot.
2. I still haven’t recovered from our pool grill experience on Friday night and so we haven’t been back.
3. Plus, we’ve been busy doing other things like going to Target and my niece, Sarah’s, birthday party. Oh, and going to see Mr. Popper’s Penguins.
(Two thumbs up on Mr. Popper’s Penguins, by the way. Normally I have a hard time watching Jim Carrey because his face moves about in an unnatural way that I find disturbing.)
(Yes, I realize I listed three things but I didn’t realize there would be three things and now I don’t want to go back and change it.)
And so, in the midst of this heat wave, P and Caroline have discovered a new hobby.
Face painting.
It all began one afternoon when Caroline decided to give me a makeover, which turned into my face being caked with enough makeup to make Tammy Faye Baker weep. Then she asked P if she could paint his face. And, ultimately, he ended up painting her face.
That’s when we discovered that P has a hidden talent.
A cheetah.
A warthog.
A dying warthog.
A bass.
I know.
You’re most likely speechless from the display of talent. I’ve been married to P for almost fourteen years and had no idea.
But I think I may start hiring him out for birthday parties.