Bye-Bye Spring Weather...Hello Humidity...

The small people of the house woke early and were quickly restless, so I opted to take them out for a run close to 9am. Good thinking, too. By 9:02 I was beginning to glow quite a bit in the already steamy, thick air.

Shortly after we passed Fire Station #16, and waved at the pumper and hook-and-ladders receiving a morning wash down, Stella decided that she would reach over and give Heath's hair a little tug. I have to say, he's a relatively good sport about her viper-like, grab-and-tug-and-hold-on-for-dear-life attacks. She is familiar with Heath and knows that she is taking a big risk by disturbing the bear. Before I could even stop the baby jogger and intervene, Heath reached his hand out with a "stop"motion, and said, No, no, Gigs. That hurts. I'm going to have to give you a ticket.

He wrote her a hair pulling citation on his palm, handed it to her, then pulled his sun canopy down with a resounding thud.

Stella took the imaginary ticket, studied it, then sat back in her seat. After a few sulky seconds, she reached up and grabbed her own sun canopy and jerked it down. No more hair pulling.

(Well, at least not in the baby jogger.)