I was driving home from a co-ed baby shower (WHAT?) and it was 106 degrees outside. ONE-HUNDRED SIX DEGREES. Bliss. I rolled down my window, exulting in the almost overpowering heat, and noticed a flock of geese flying south. Like, for the winter. And, while it’s 106 today at 5:30 p.m., by Wednesday it is supposed to be in the low 70′s. So, I’m going to go ahead and enjoy the last bits of heavenly warmth instead of whining about the impending wintery doom. Unlike me, I know. I like to keep you all on your toes.
Seriously, 106. Kick a.