This is why I'm hot

G's grandpa turned 90 last week and the whole fam damly went down south to celebrate together this weekend.  I don't know what's more awe-inspiring:  the fact that he's healthy, sassy and put-together at 90, or that we survived the heat and humidity.

People.  It was 112 degrees during the day!  And we're not talking a dry heat.  We're talking a 100% humidity heat.  We're talking, want-to-lay-down-and-die-if-you-have-to-go-outside heat.

We went out to lunch and I had not one, but two pina coladas.  Forget the lady-like behavior and decorum; I was dying.  That said, we had a good time.  Although the weekend was a quick blur, it provided many blessings.

The place where G's grandpa lives is awesome:

And we got to love on my niece, whom I'll call Jules.  Clearly they don't feed her enough.

She does more than sleep, though.  She also eats.  And drools a lot.  We should call her Drools instead of Jules.

And there was an abundance of pie (pronounced:  Pah).  As in, "Y'all wont suh mor pah?"

When we checked in to the hotel on the first night (late), we noticed all these crazy-looking trucks parked in the lot.  Stuff like this:

Let's just say there were some...interesting...people tailgating in the parking lot and the street.  Yes, that would be the parking lot of the hotel.

When we pushed our, you know, matching luggage through the scattered beer cans and up to the front desk in the lobby, the attendant goes, "Hi there!  Y'all here for the car show?!"

I turned to give G a look, but he was busy looking over his shoulder to see who she was talking to.  Low and behold it was us and we had to let her down gently.  No, in fact, we were not there for the car show.  But we know this this really cool guy who's turning 90...