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What a weekend.  Friday night was incredible.  My lovely wife and I went out on a hot date.  So hot, we melted stuff.  Cheese, chocolate, Caribbean mojo bouillon, and my debit card.  We got a sitter for the kids and set off with reservations for two at the Melting Pot.  Dinner was awesome.  We should have skipped the main disk altogether and just got the cheese fondue and the milk chocolate fondue dessert and called it a meal.  The steak, chicken, fish, and shrimp were unnecessary (but delicious).  Saturday, the sun did all the melting.  I hung Christmas lights in September-like conditions.  It was hot and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky to shade me working up on the roof.  My daughter seems satisfied with the light situation, but I think we’re still missing that special something.  Speaking of the kids, they are also melting.  The boys are taking turns this weekend with fever and vomiting.  Sunday, it’s all things parade float, again in the September-like heat.  All I’m going to say here is when a trailer’s coupler calls for a 2 5/8 inch ball, that’s what you should use.  I even offered to loan one to the distinguished gentleman from North Lakeland but Mr. “I’ll pull the float” said, “gnaw, I got it.“  Okay genius.  I stopped only briefly at the side of the road where he was parked a mere few feet from the detached trailer.  I mainly wanted to ensure the generator I loaned out was unharmed.  I wonder if they ever made it to the barn?  I hate to think what the saftey chains did to his purdy new pickup truck.

– steve