The dog looked 18, Officer!

It is officially swamp-ass hot here in da Ville, at least for the next day or two. I was walking today, and I believe that I heard my balls squeak as they rubbed against my legs because of the sweat.





Yes, this is the same town that had fifty degree nights two weeks ago, requiring, no, encouraging me to have beer/fuego nights on the porch.





I guess the good part is that my garden is exploding, including my four volunteer tomatoes and my volunteer cucumber. Hooray- garden.


The vols will probably be big enough to transplant when the Yooj is in town, so he'll have some work to do.

LOOK! A FRENCH BEAR!