Weather.com says that it's only 91, but it feels like 98, and it's 54% humidity outside. This is why I hate Southern summers. If it was a dry heat, sure, fine, I can deal, but the humidity is killer. And it literally makes my hair curl. Seriously. And, hey, heat's fun, good for you, makes you sweat, lets you lounge by the pool ... but it ain't so great when you're wandering around in a button-up shirt with black jeans because you can't wear blue jeans into the office and heaven forbid you wear shorts because it's hot enough to make the Devil consider an Alaskan cruise.
Yeah, been outside all day, and it's steamy.
There was the Dog Daze festival in Trussville this morning, and I'm putting in some photos as I type, but there was one that I'm not putting it because a) I don't think it'd run, b) I don't have the little girl's name, and c) it's not actually very good. But I saw it (in black and white in my mind, thus the lack of color in the photo), I like it for some reason, and here it be ...:
So yeah, I might get in trouble if somebody else likes it and wonders why I didn't put it, but I'll roll with it. Anyway, back to editing.
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