Since it wasn't hot enough for me in LA (people, I grew up going to Mexicali) I headed to Indio to visit my perpetually pregnant pal Michelle. I wish her name was Penelope so I could have had four P words. And it was HOT. 114º hot. She had this situation going on in the top shelf of her eldest daughter's closet:
Michelle will be having baby numero tres next week. Everyone pray that she gets her way and gets to name this girl whatever she wants. It's only fair.