Well, it's my last day (and night) here in L.A. My dad is like some kind of magnet for inclement weather. He drove through a tornado back home and then we get here and it's the heat wave to end all heat waves. Yesterday was the hottest day in the history of Los Angeles. It was 113 when my dad took me to the farmer's market and within a few minutes we looked like we'd both gone for a swim. If only. Today was a little better. I think only 98. So I did a lot of hanging out in the semi-nude. And I got a new giraffe. Apparently all the kids are going nuts for this rubber thing, but I'm not sure yet what that's all about. It kinda looks like a dog toy.
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