Dear East Coast, I’m sorry you are dealing with all that annoying wet stuff falling from the sky and saturating your neck of the woods. What is it that you call it? Oh, yeah, rain. I think I heard of rain before. I might have even seen it…then again, I don’t know for sure. Perhaps it’s just what I seen on the evening news. Meanwhile we are hot here in the Central Valley and pretty much everywhere on the West Coast. Very hot. Very dry, miserable hot with sticky clouds up above that only offer dry lightning strikes in the mountains because what’s one more raging wild fire right now?
We’re going over to Casa de Scarborough-Jacques because they have a pool and it’s hot…freaking, broiling hot.
Yeah, this will work. This will work out just fine.
At the end of the day the added bonus for Hollie and Ben…
…sleepy water babies.