Awesomesauce

"Awesomesauce" has been a buzzword of Peyton's lately.  The past couple of weeks have been extremely exhausting.  It's been busy at work and we've been suffering through a massive heatwave.  It feels like we've been marinating for days in a giant crockpot set on high.  For those who can relate, Friday seemed like the hottest, smelliest, worst-day-ever kind of detasseling hot that you can remember.  On a positive note, our A/C has been awesomesauce throughout this heatwave.

Last night we attended a company BBQ and baseball game which was somewhat of a bookend to my hectic schedule in July.  I figure if I can plan a party for 800--everything else is easy-peasy.  Everything went smoothly and nobody succumbed to the heat (that I know of).  My duties were finished and the Whys were taking a stroll on the Werner Park concourse to get some air.  After stopping for a smoothie, some Dippin' Dots, and a lemon ice, Peyton announced, "There are some sauces down there."  On the concourse there are many food vendors with gigantic bottles of ketchup, mustard, and other sauces set up in self-serve stations.  I thought she was referring to one of those stations.  Because I couldn't drum up the energy to even respond to her comment other than give her a tired smile, she said it again and asked me to come to the edge of the deck.  Lo, and behold, there were some sauces down there.

The sauces were getting ready to race on the field between innings.  The winning sauce was "hot"--for those who were wondering--and won a combo meal for everyone in Section 103 at the ballpark.  Awesomesauce!