Last Wednesday Jason came to pick me up for lunch. He told me we had to take my car since the fan in his car had stopped working. What does this mean for a driver in Louisiana in the middle of a summer heat wave? Pure hotness. I'd asked Jason to get the fan fixed before it got worse, but he kept saying it worked alright. Since Jason drops off Larson at daycare and picks him up, guess who now had to drive this hot car? I did. Here I am after driving it home on Thursday. That ain't water, folks. Luckily we got the car fixed on Friday.

On the 4th we went to Cypress Black Bayou.






















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