It's a scorcher

Okay, I'm a horrible mom but I was dying sitting in the 95 degree heat watching the scorched girls drag themselves around the court. Egad -- I took cover at a fine Rockford establishment, The Rogue River Tavern and ordered a tall frosty Oberon with a juicy orange slice. This icy dream is so deliciously cold that the beer has frosted over a bit as well, clouding up the normal amber hue to a milky dark honey, but it takes like a heavenly Oberon on the verge of slushy-ness and I love it. I did overestimate my thirst and said tall but when the massive glass arrived I thought it might be too much of a feat for this brief interlude -- just kidding! Come on.

I'm in the hate side of the Michigan love/hate zoning, which all Michiganders most likely feel but whether they are as vocal about it as me, I have no idea.

Okay -- truly grown up moment and I feel like my gut will burst but I'm leaving a very decent amount behind, which as a Dutch girl is a BIG deal.