I had my day off today. SuperPizzaBoy and I hung out a little bit and ran a few errands. I decided to go find a geocache. It was so hot SPB asked if he could stay in the truck and listen to the radio. OK, but don’t touch nothing, ok, you can touch the radio control, ok you touch the gum container if you need more, ok you can touch the door handle if the truck is burning and you need to get out, ok you can touch the seatbelt to get out of the truck when it burns, OKAY!!! You know, its a burden when your kid is smarter than you are, a lot smarter.

You know what else is a burden, a pot belly, that is a burden. I looked all over for the cache and then resigned myself to where it is:

Yep, I decided that I was going to have to go through that gap. I didn’t know the cache was in there, I didn’t know where else it could be. Luckily I didn’t have to get my whole self through there. Just my manly sunken chest, arms, and big head. And there it was, right at the limits of my reach. I did get the cache, pull out the log, sign it, and replace. Well maybe I replaced it a couple inches closer for the next middle aged, pot bellied, sunken chest desk jockey geocacher to find.

It was worth it though. It was so danged hot, I said enough for geocaching. If it is too hot for me to go geocaching, then you know its hot.