“Why is it so hot?” My beautiful bride of three years, Jillian, is sitting in her lawn chair, under a giant umbrella that I ordered on Amazon, with her feet in ice cold water in a blue kiddie pool. “It’s actually only about eighty-two,” I reply with a grin and watch as she tips her black sunglasses down and pins me in a hot glare. Everything Jillian does is fucking hot. “I’m the size of a grizzly bear, and it’s hot,” she repeats, making me laugh. It’s actually not bad out her