I am already tired of summer. In Florida, it is basically summer from March until November and then we have a short little season called Slightly-cooler-than-summer-with-a-couple-of-dreary-days and then we are right back to summer. You would think that retail establishments would catch on to this little trend and skip the fall/winter collections, but no, we like to live with the fantasy of fall/winter, no matter how brief it is. Luckily my office is always cold. (I think this is on purpose, as it tends to make all the women very nipular, if you know what I mean. And if you don't, it means that all the men folk can see our hard nipples poking out all over the place.) Anyway, that means that I can wear fall/winter fashions all year. As long as I run from my air conditioned house to my air conditioned car to my air conditioned work and back. Anyway, back to me hating summer. Despite the lack of other seasons here in Florida, people do still make a big deal about summer. Pool parties. BBQs. The whole shebang. And everyone seems to be in a more relaxed mood. But I hate summer. It is hot. Really hot. And there are bugs. Big bugs. And my number one problem - I don't sweat. And so, I am not good in the heat. Sweat, you see, cools you down. No sweat, no cooling. So any fun outdoorsy activities - they are no good to me. I can't function in the heat. And unfortunately, I married someone who fears the cold as much as I fear the heat and he refuses to budge from this hell hole he calls home. And so I am stuck here. Not-sweating to death. Uck. To remind me of all that I am missing, my sister called me last night from my grandparents' cottage in Michigan (on a beautiful lake) to tell me how fucking wonderful the weather is up there. My only consolation is that she actually has to spend time with my grandparents and my mother and other various bitching relatives to experience the luxury of such nice weather. So, maybe the heat is worth the 1200 mile difference between my family and me.
