I’ve been known to say before that I don’t really mind the hot weather — to a point. What really zaps my energy and drains my joy is humidity. You walk outside and instantly turn into a sweat puddle.

And my hair? Let’s not even go there.

As long as the temperatures stay below 90 and with low humidity, I will survive. But once we hit 90+ with all the steamy humidity, I start praying for fall.