As I stood outside in a black tank and black yoga pants, waiting for Boomer to do his business, I wondered how long it would take for me to melt into a puddle right in my own backyard. Our temperature thingy says it's 88 degrees. In the shade. At 9:30am.
I'm not complaining. Really. I'm merely documenting this so I can be reminded in January - when my family up north is frozen into ice sculptures - why we live in the Sunshine State.