Feeling HOT HOT HOT

So, you're probably going to get sick of hearing about this from me, but holy cow is it HOT here. While it's true I'm a California girl 100%, I grew up on the coast and it wasn't nearly this hot there. In fact, it was pretty much about 70 degrees all the time - Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall - 70 degrees.

Now, when I lived in Utah, it was HOT. Summers were BRUTAL. But, I expected it. They actually had seasons there. Sure, it was miserable, but I expected it, prepared for it, and basically suffered through it each and every year.

We had the ocean breeze in our last place; now we just have neverending sweat and heat. We are dying of heat. We're hot in the day, we're hot at night, and we're hot every minute in between.

Those that know me know that I'm a bit of a martyr when it comes to the heat. My first apartment in Salt Lake City was notoriously hot and I'd rarely, if ever, turn on the A/C. I've continued in my anti-A/C ways until I met my adorable husband who has never met an A/C he didn't want to turn on at full blast ALL. THE. TIME. My husband (bless his heart) will blast the A/C in the car in the morning, when the windows are down, and, usually, when there's zero need to run the A/C. Whatever. I'm pretty much used to that. I don't understand it, but it makes him happy, so it's fine.

Now, however, we've begun the A/C wars at home. Not surprisingly, he wants to run the A/C 24/7 at full blast, whereas I'd rather try an ice pack, or a nice little fan. Perhaps when we get the electricity bill, something will change, but for now we remain in a constant battle over how cool our house is (or isn't, as is usually the case).