I love my wife.

It's been hot. flippin' hot. I am a hairy guy. Generally, hairy guys and hot weather don't mix (that's not to say that hairy guys and hotness don't mix).

So sitting in a house this afternoon with no AC, fans blowing hot liquid magma instead of air, and me still being hairy...I was just dripping sweat. It's been like this for a couple weeks now. I'm not complaining. We are blessed to have an amazing house...but this heat is overwhelming.

Tonight in the midst of the heat, Shaina and I decided to go find Air Conditioning with a makeshift date. We went to Old Carolina, a wood style barbecue joint that originated in Massillon and has pretty much the best pulled pork in the history of mankind. A small detail to consider though is that if a joint is wood grilling its meat...its gonna be hot there. So dinner in the AC was a fail...but dinner was still good. We then proceeded to Target for the sole reason of stealing their cool air for an hour or so.

We got home and I sat down in my skivies in front of a fan to try to cool down and prep a Sunday School lesson. Shaina asked me to come outside for a minute...I went...still in my skivies...(keep in mind that we have no neighbors and this story will remain g rated.) I get out the door and something whizzes by my head...Lo and behold my wife had launched a water balloon attack and so we had fun with that, watched a storm roll in, and then sat and worshipped at the piano a little bit. I needed that.

I have been running on E with ministry this summer. There is just a ton going on and for the first time in quite awhile, Shaina and I were off the clock together.

My Sunday School lesson isn't prepped, but maybe for the first time in a while, my heart is.

It's been a good day...add to the Break in the Routine the fact that Team Thompson brought home the Legends Cup earlier and it has certainly been a day apart. It's time for this hairy mess of hotness...or is it hot mess of hairyness? to get some rest in the toaster oven known as our house!