Hot, hot, crabby, hot...

Yes, I know Arizona is hotter. I know heat with humidity is worse like in the Midwest or New Jersey. But I'm hot. I don't like to sweat and I am.
Whaa, Whaa, I know.
But, I really am miserable in the heat. In thinking about "summer" one tends to conjure up romantic ideas of warm nights doing the dishes, then sitting on the back porch and seeing the lightening bugs and hearing the crickets while the stars shine down on you. Grandma & Grandpa in the porch swing. Cold watermelon...well the truth is, it's too hot to run the dishwasher, we don't have a back porch and even if we did, we'd get eaten alive by mosquitoes. There are no lightening bugs in Utah, and the crickets are too hot to rub their little legs together. We can't see the stars because of all the fires in the mountains and Grandma and Grandpa are too busy checking their email to do any kind of "swinging". The watermelon is overpriced and I don't really like watermelon anyway. So, bah humbug summer.

There. That's out of my system. Now I think I'll go take a nap under the vent of the water cooler...oh yeah, did you hear how much bacteria is emitted by swamp coolers?? Just FYI...