But It's A Dry Heat

This is a cell phone picture of the rear view mirror on Tim's car this afternoon. It's hot throughout the West. Here in Vegas, it's nothing short of hooves, horns, and pitchforks. Granted, the thermometer tends to be more affected by the pavement and notches up a few degrees when traffic slows, but the official high was still 116. The National Weather Advisory has issued something called an Excessive Heat Warning.

Running around the office today, Tim was asked several times, "Do anything fun for the 4th?" Typical polite office conversation where no one really expects a real answer, but still, let's use a little judgement. Brandi is a week away from giving birth and it's an absolute sweatfest, when you're not pregnant. But when you've got a full sized Easy Bake Oven strapped to your chest, it becomes a major health concern. There aren't exactly a lot of options for us on such a traditionally outside holiday. We couldn't even come up with the patriotism to spark up the barbecue for a couple all American burgers and ended up ordering a pizza. Something "fun" for us these days consists of a single word: surviving. Each day we don't end up in the E.R. with heat stroke IS a holiday. Happy Birthday America!