Okay Arizona, you worthless state you, keep being as hot as the depths of hell. I’ll just hole up inside my blasted-with-A/C house and wear nothing but a thin nightgown all the live long day or pull out the baby pool in freaking September, or maybe our sprinkler… you just keep being wretched and when I move away, I will never ever ever be back. Ever.
PS: Anyone else have A/C (or heater) “wars” with their spouse? Allan asks me, literally, every single day if I want to turn the A/C down. I am usually, I swear, sweating at the moment he asks me. And I say, “NO!! I want to turn it up !!”
Third trimester + hottest summer ever = misery.