It gets to be like 100 degrees outside. So during the day, if I am not swimming in the pool, all I'm thinking about is being in the house in the cool A/C. And then there is my Dad. On weekends, when he finishes working out and he is dripping (I'm glad I don't sweat) he goes and turns on the hot tub. He waits until it gets real hot and then proceeds to sit in it. Now mind you, it is daytime, so he is also baking in the sun. He asks Fuzz and I to be outside with him and throws the ball for me to chase. We tell him to get real and we run inside. I just don't understand the point of a hot tub in Memphis in the summertime.