Fur in July -- Day 42

Boy, do Izzy and I have a routine.

Get up, get out of bed. Breakfast, and a walk to the park.

It is warm out today, but we decided to venture to the AfroPunk street festival anyway. It was crowded and lots of scary skateboards. So we ended up at the margarita place. It was so warm, on the way back on the street between 2 warehouses, we had to stop in the shade and enjoy the breeze (and eat some grass growing in the cracks of the sidewalk).

She got a chicken breast for dinner with a much smaller quantity of ScooterFood. She has been chillaxing in the AC since. Life is hard in July when you wear a fur coat.