The hotness or lack there of

I have decided that I live in the wrong state. The main reason I say this, ok... the only reason I say this, is because of the godforsaken weather. After 26 years of dealing with Chicago land weather I am effing sick of it! For serious, people. If not for my family, I think I would have moved away the second I graduated college. There are so many states out there with warm weather almost all year long; I find that very appealing. Maybe South Carolina, or perhaps somewhere on the West Coast. Carmel California is so quaint, I really could see myself settling there.

But I digress. Back to IL and all it's weather changing glory. It is July now, right? I mean, we are well into July, in fact we shall be saying our misty-eyed farewells to July in 10 short days. That is less than two weeks. So where, pray-tell, is the hot weather that we have all come to expect for this time of the year? I love those 90 degree days where everything is sweltering and you break a sweat just walking to the bathroom. I am like a little kid before Christmas anxiously awaiting the the gift wrapped goodness of heat.

But no, it has not come. We have seen two, maybe three hot days this year, and that was ages ago, one cannot even remember if they were real or just a figment of the imagination. All we have had since those glorious sunny days are cold, cloudy, mild, and wet. I cannot stand the cold, barely tolerate this mild weather BS, and loathe the rain (unless I happen to have the day off and can sit at home and lounge). Ugh. All I am asking for is a little sun with a side of ohmygodmyskinissweatingoff heat.

I know, I am whining. But I just really love the hotness and wish it were here because soon enough it will be cold again and before we know it there will be snow (oh, the humanity!) and those thoughts are so awful they make baby Jesus cry.

So, heat, if you love Jesus and Sabrina, because both are equally important, won't you please come out to play?