Holy texmexamole is it hot in Texas Hill Country. I’m not sure if that bit of the sun that hived off and headed for Pluto the other day stopped for gas on Bee Cave Road, but the mercury topped out at 106 today. Walking into the south wind felt like heading into God’s own hair dryer. Did I mention that it was hot? Fortunately, we brought our Super Soaker with us from the Ocean State. Unfortunately, a close encounter with some fire ants has rendered me decidedly reluctant to navigate the back yard. No matter. Lola had me running—yes running—around trying to escape a stream of H2O. Until I realized it was a good thing, not a bad thing. I bet it would feel even better if I was in a pool. Yeah, gotta get one of those too. Now what would be a good gun for pool carry?