It means we lost our overcast foggy coast weather and replaced it with pure sunshine.
And apparently among our group of friends it means hot-dog-eating-contests at BBQs.
The contest was simple - whoever eats 5 hot dogs and 5 buns fastest, wins. I think Sergio had a stomach ache for a day after the contest. Don't feel too bad for him - he ran a 1:09 half marathon the morning of the hot dog eating contest. And that was a bad race for him. So while he may not be a speedy hot-dog-eater, he's got the speedy running covered.
Jeffrey displaying his bun-dunking technique. I think I'm supposed to be proud that my husband won this contest??
Happy Summer!
