It's a refreshing 800 degrees outside.

The Husband and I find ourselves in Palm Springs this weekend for a company softball tournament. While the Husband is playing, I've been designated official team photographer which means that, instead of watching the games from the comfort of an air-conditioned bar with an ice cold drink, I'm out in this vicious heat, sweating and maneuvering my way around even more sweaty guys who like to spit a lot. I was hoping to share some of the pictures, but the truth is I remembered to pack my entire closet, but forgot to pack my memory card reader. At least I have internet access.