It’s been pretty hot down here these days.
Yep. I know. Go ahead, I’ll wait: “What do you expect? You live in Mexico.”
I know, I know.
I always liken this time of year to a midwestern winter. We’re stuck in our houses and can’t go outside. In Toledo, we were stuck in our houses and didn’t go outside lest we freeze. In Cabo, we’re stuck in our houses and don’t go outside lest we melt.
So today I decided to walk the ladies (sans Ferg) over to the grocery store to pick up a few items.
Look at them. This is right after we returned.
‘Twas 4 p.m. and 94 degrees.
Seriously? Ferg gets 8,920 points for being so chipper. But seriously? She’s panting.