If this is my last post due to melting under Texas heat, will someone please scrape what’s left of the puddle into the ocean?
I’m heading to the office in Houston for a week on Sunday…my app says the temp will be a balmy 100 (or, if I’m really lucky, 99).
However, I will probably cause all sorts of trouble with a couple disturbed excellently evil hospitable ladies and who knows, maybe I’ll get kicked out of another snooty French restaurant?
It’ll be a sweaty adventure. With real guacamole, inappropriate shenanigans, and fantastic brisket.
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