I would like to apologize to the East Coast. Apparently Mother Nature did not appreciate my post about perfect New England summers. Between writing and publishing my last post, I have simultaneously melted, roasted, and had my hair expand to the size of Pluto's moon. New England has disguised itself temporarily (I hope) as North Carolina.
Only in North Carolina I had central air conditioning. Here I have a teeny tiny window unit that I've never turned on and looks weak enough to only cool off a closet.
I had been bragging about not using air conditioning for my third straight summer, but that streak is over! Today we hung sheets up in the house to limit the square footage that poor air conditioner must cool off and flipped it on. It has dropped the temperature in the living room from "I've died and ended up in hell" to "I've died and been reincarnated as a turkey in the oven." We're hoping to hit "Maybe I still do want to live" by the end of the night.
Now we are all sitting in the living room wearing various degrees of clothing. That is all you need, or should want, to know on that matter. But, because I never know when to stop, at least 7/8 of us are in underwear only.
So if you're looking for a good sweat lodge, come on over. Just bring a towel to mop up the 8 puddles of family members you'll find inside.
If it doesn't drop down away from 100 degrees soon (that is 37 degrees for you Celsius people) I'm might consider moving to Antarctica. Or trying to fit my bed inside our stand up freezer. Or consider an all popsicle diet. Or try to stop rambling (but I can't because it is too HOT to think coherently).