The century mark

Today in the metroplex we reached the century mark. Over one hundred degrees of hotness baked the city for hours and hours, resulting in cement that is hot enough to fry an egg. Really. Living in a giant concrete jungle isn't the most fabulous place to be when the temperature starts to rise. The laws of thermodynamics are a cruel joke. It left me longing for a January day last year when Zoee and I built a fort to protect ourselves from a barrage of snowballs projected by a certain husband of mine. At the time I remember being excited about the future hot chocolate and down comforter on the couch. Now I just wish I could swim in the snow to cool off. I'm sure Zoee feels the same way.