So we've made it to Texas safe and sound, though Justin did discover on the way my fear, and slight queezynees when flying. Surprise!
People, Texas is hot. I don't mean midly warm mind you, I mean melt your face off H-O-T. I know that a few of you tried to warn me, but I'm still amazed that I made it through childhood without turning into a noodle with wet hot temperatures like these.
So, what did we do? Pulled a out slippery slide made for three-year-olds of course. I'm suprized you even have to ask.