Boy, it's hot...

...and what are we doing in this handbasket?

Besides the Middle East, both Paul and my daddy have informed me of 107*F temperatures in Shreveport yesterday. And thanks to Eamonn, this map shows that my 'part of the world' (aka, Loosyanna) is the warmest. (eek!)

And when it is so warm, and one is stuck in a woven carrying accessory, what better way to temporarily calm one's self than with a nice G&T. Have finally re-found amusing review from Liquor Snob. As well, and related, Matthew has informed me of terrible omission from London excursion: The Chap Olympics, sponsored by Hendricks.

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Oh, look! The picture upload link seems to want to briefly cooperate... me and Helene at birthday festivity (above).

And to R, Eamonn in Debtor's Prison Cell hallway (not really imprisoned), lower level of Southwark Pub. After some lovely garlickier than garlicky olives and a futile attempt of Hendrick's G&T.

More artsy attempts from Amrie
('Are you really taking pictures of your beer?' 'Yes, yes, I am. You got a problem wit dat?')
Additionally, this was taken in The Ship (also on the DWAT) and we got to watch a photo shoot with the tallest model outside the window. Everyone should be allowed to safety pin their clothes into place...