Well, I can't hold my tongue another minute. 

We have to talk about this heat.

I think I've made my feelings about hot weather pretty plain. 

I loathe it. 

I detest it. 

I despise it. 

I abhor it. 

And if I could think of any other synonyms for hate, I'd keep going.

I've tried to be a big girl about it, though. 

And not whine or gripe or complain. 

But, today. 

Today was my breaking point. 

I ran errands all day.

98 degrees. 

108 heat index.

3,000% humidity.
   
In and out...in and out of the hot car.

Sunglass fogging up every time I opened the door.  

Then, I came home and did a couple of things outside. 

And that's when it happened. 

My heat threshold had been crossed.

I came back inside. 

Wet with sweat. 

And I was mad. 

I started stripping off clothes. 

And saying things under my breath as they flew across the room. 

I grabbed my desk fan and held it up to me.

Until I was sure my body temperature was back down to the 115 degree range. 

Hormones could have tipped the scales. 

I don't think hormones really pair well with extreme heat conditions.
So, don't tell me you love summertime or I'll look at you like......