Hello. It’s me!

That’s how I am usually forced to sit in the front seat while Pops drives me around. But Dad says we’ve got a 1,500 mile trek to make in 2.5 days next week, so he says we need comfort.

Here’s his version of comfort … not too shabby, #amirite?

So even though it was 103 degrees at 6:00pm, Dad said we had to test-drive the $17 Wal-Mart everyday low-priced backseat bed. Fine with me! Dad drove about five miles until he found me some grass. Then we started walking. The best part? Clouds!

You don’t see those things very often.

Down the street, I could hear the Sugar Hill Gang playing on powerful 12,493 watt speakers. I told Dad to head in that direction.

As we approached the Tex-Mex restaurant, I heard Dad say “Mister”.

I just looked at him and said, “Don’t be so formal. Call me Dash“.

Dad just pointed to the sky and said, “No, there’s a mister over the tables.”

Ah!

Is there any better way to eat nacho chips than outside on a 103 degree evening with a light spray of water saturating the patrons?

I don’t think so.

On our way back to the car, we saw this …

Which made me think of this, from late this afternoon.

7% humidity … is that even possible?