So we made it through three days of Dutch-melting heat without melting. The weather people said it hasn't been this hot since 1927, and even then it still wasn't this hot. If you live in a place with 80s and 90s weather and are still alive, you are totally my hero.
When I saw this sign about shorts yesterday, I asked Steve to ask Google if we're melting because of global warming. I'm not 100% sure, but I think the answer was yes. This got Dutch all worried because he "cannot survive another single minute of melting".
Not another single minute? Seriously. Why does he always have to be so... dramatic?
Anyway. So I asked the dude inside the store with the shorts sign how you're supposed to prepare for global warming if you're furry and don't wear clothes. Dude had no idea, but suggested we head to the beach where it's not so hot. Or wait another few weeks for the fog to come, then buy something fleecey to keep warm.
Dutch seemed cool with the dude's ideas and promised to stop worrying. I also might have told him worrying just makes you melt faster. Yeah, I know. But sometimes during a crisis you have to say things that aren't exactly true. Especially if somebody's about to melt and you still have to walk home.
And everything was totally ok until we walked out of the shorts store and saw this:
Of course now Dutch is all worried about live pants. Uh huh. Live. Pants. And not just any live pants, dangerous live pants.
No freaking idea.