I Hate Ponies: Reason #2

Just kidding, this isn't really another post about how I hate ponies (but I still do). This weekend we actually braved the 104 degree heat for 20 minutes to go visit the Mustangs of Las Colinas. It's purportedly the largest equestrian sculpture in the world (according to Wikipedia). Of the two "largest in the world" wonders I've seen, it's a tough call on which takes the cake: equestrian statue or basket?

These are just bronze statues, not real mustangs. 

Even though this is a fake horse, it still looked at me bloodthirstily.

Obligatory horse-whisperer pics.

R didn't like the way this pony was smirking at us, so he tried to push it into the water.

Hot, hot, hot

It's hot in Texas. No surprise, but I haven't gotten used to it. This will be my 5th August here, and it's still shockingly bad every day.

Is it horrible that my first thought upon seeing this weather forecast was "Yes! Can't wait 'til it's only 99 on Monday!"?

Between the heat, the Olympics, and the looming threat of West Nile (Dallas is apparently the epicenter of the outbreak this year - something terrible like 7 deaths), we haven't gone outside much for the past couple of weeks. There's been a lot of couch-lounging, ice water-drinking, and AC blasting, which is all great and relaxing until you start feeling like a sack of potatoes. We're definitely looking forward to the weather cooling down a bit, but in TX that could still be months away. Sigh.