101. Maybe the more I complain about the heat, the hotter it gets. I'll try to stop complaining...

I included some images of one of the clay tornadoes I dipped in wax this weekend. I like the way they turned out this time - lots of interesting texture. This one pictured here somehow didn't get a hole poked before he got fired. I started to make a hole but I was afraid I'd break it, so I stopped. He'll just be my non-hanging tornado.

Sam is taking the TAKS test today. He did great on the reading portion last month but this one is math. This morning on the way to school I reminded him to read the questions really well because they try to trick you. He said, "It's just math." OK then.