It is so hot in Savannah that people are spontaneously combusting. While driving today, I saw a pair of mens shoes, a black shirt, and some gray dress slacks - with a belt through the loops - in the middle of the road. This morning, Owen and I were walking in Forsyth Park and noticed some clothing draped across a shrub. Upon closer inspection, it was a shredded pair of boxer briefs. So either people are getting overheated and flinging their clothes off, or we've got a werewolf on the loose. Because wolverines are known to rip off their underpants before racing off to hunt down their prey.
I haven't let all this stop me from baking not one, but two cakes. A double chocolate rum cake and a Guinness chocolate cake. Yum yum yummy!
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