Yup, it’s hot out. Hot. HOT. H.O.T.
In March, we went to IKEA and they had a special on their chocolate bars so I bought three of them. I opened one in the car and between Tina, the two boys, and myself, we ate one. The others Tina put in the glove box so the kids wouldn’t see them and ask for more. They were forgotten there. Yesterday, I opened the glove box to grab the scissors I keep in there. Melted chocolate. All over.
I was going to write a post about things that happen when it’s so hot outside but it’s too hot to think. Instead how about this?