Kyra woke up the rest of the house this morning getting herself dressed. Although, it's not like it was even all that early. 8am is a fairly decent hour to sleep to in my house.
Now, I'm proud of her for taking initiative and putting herself together instead of me either (1)having to pick out her clothes for her or (2)having to nag her to do it herself.
The problem with the whole situation is the predicted high is 90*. And Kyra doesn't care. Because she wants to be a COWGIRL and dress in her COWGIRL CLOTHES.