Every local has said it at least once, usually while the steering wheel is too hot to touch. Our cactus isn't arguing: shades on, grin wide, sweating through another triple-digit afternoon in a backyard kiddie pool. "Vegas — It's a Dry Heat" in faded desert-red script with a few starbursts for good measure, for anyone who has ever defended the weather here with a straight face.

Printed on a Comfort Colors 1717 — garment-dyed, heavyweight, broken-in-on-day-one soft. Built for July errands, pool days and every summer where the forecast starts with a one.