All I know is that I was tired and half dozing in a chair I set up outside while the girls played. They were painting and riding bikes and suddenly I became aware of Diva saying, “Now hold still and I’ll paint your face like a kitty.” And the very obliging response, “Okaaaay.” I didn’t even open my eyes or move one inch because like I said I was tired. And they were playing. And I was tired. And it was washable paint.
The hand of the artist.
Oh I hope this heat would never come back. I love this weather so much I would marry it.