That being said - we have discovered a solution. We sleep like shoes in a shoebox! Hunter now sleeps with his head at the foot of the bed with the fan blowing right in his face so he can breathe. It gives us an abundance of room. Go
And God bless the man who makes the whole dinner out on the grill in hot-bitch weather. Won't even have to marinate the chicken. The dripping sweat will take care of that. Fresh corn-on-the-cob that Hunter just picked at his cousin's farm. I will throw some seasoned -read BUTTER-potatoes in foil and that will go on the grill too.
The 3 grand kids leave for Vegas on Thurs. Hope they will have a wonderful time with their aunt, uncle and cousins. If not.....I want my money back. After all...I could have bought 2 or 3 Coach purses instead!