And I thought 109 was hot

Another one of those days happened. Last night, Reagan woke up and the Georgianna woke up, so I brought them into the kitchen and we sat on the kitchen floor eating freshly made bread and butter. I didn't crawl into bed until almost 4:00am, and of course the kids woke up at their normal time: 7:30am. Needless to say, I was tired.

We topped the 4th of July temperature by 2 degrees today. Yup, 111. I think it was hot enough to fry an egg on the pavement. What I find particularly disturbing is that it merely feels hot not boiling, not unbearable, not sapping, just hot. The only clue to how hot it got was when I took the girls to the museum today. It's about 20 minutes from our house.

I turned the car on to "cool" it off for about 5 minutes before I loaded the girls. I was surprised that the car still felt really hot, so I ran back inside and grabbed a couple of ice cold water bottles and handed them back to them. Then I put on my sunglasses and proceeded to drive to the museum. Half way there, I asked the girls if it was cooling down in the back. They said no, it wasn't. I was mystified. I checked to make sure that the AC was on circulate and on high. I wasn't surprised that they didn't feel cool. I was sitting in the front and sweating. When we got to the museum, I actually drove around in search of shade. I figured a short walk would be better than a boiling hot car. It wasn't until much later, when we went food shopping with Tanner that I discovered that it was 111 degrees outside. Whew! What a scorcher.

The moon is bright and full where we are, so Tanner stopped at Village Foods. Yes, we still celebrate our lunaversary. It specializes in the extraordinary. He came out with this lovely box of chocolates. Eat your heart out Moonstruck. I have a new favorite.