Rodney's birthday...

...was a balmy 97-degree day, complete with humidity and heat index of about 107 degrees. We went to the Pensacola Alehouse for lunch, and Rodney got a HUGE brownie for his birthday. No singing, though. Guess I will have to take him to Logans next year! (Remember, they had Xan stand up in the booth and embarrassed him completely?)

Then, once it cooled down a bit, Rodney finished the air conditioned dog house we started Friday. The A/C came with the house, and was in the shed window. We figured the dogs would benefit from it more, rather than be locked in the house all day to escape the heat while we're at work.