You would think my kids were born in Alaska because they're so hot blooded. They're actually Mesa born and raised but you'd never know it by the way they are always too hot and never cold. We were getting ready for Church yesterday morning when I looked out my bedroom window and saw hail, lots of it. Rick & I called the boys out of each of their bathrooms and they played in the hail for a few minutes fresh out of their showers. Truman stopped long enough to put his bathing suit on. It's always on standby for an such occasion.
It's the law.
Superstitions. I love that mountain range! Who says it doesn't get cold here?