It's hot dude.

Today, I finally had to break down and admit that it is indeed too hot. I could feel the sweat evaporating off my skin, only to be replaced by more sweat. All day long I looked like one of those Gatorade commercials where the dudes are just dripping. Except my sweat isn't all sorts of pretty Day-Glo colors. No matter how much water I drank, my body kept telling me,"Dude we need more water in here." Drink. Sweat. Drink. Sweat. Sweat. Sweat. Hallucinate. Have circular conversation with myself. Drink. Sweat.

And then, somehow, I finally got home. The boys had just gone down for a nap, but Jake was still awake, talking in his bed. I go in his room;

"Hey buddy, it's time to go to sleep."

"Daddy can I have a hug and a kiss?"

"I'm real dirty, so how about just a kiss?"

"Sure, Daddy." (mmmmwah)

"I love you pal, get some good sleep."

"I love you too Daddy, I'm happy you're home."

"I'm super-happy to be home with you Jake."


That's what it's all about. I can take anything mother nature can dish out as long as I have that kinda action when I get home. Good stuff.