Last night, I was really tempted to write a post complaining about the heat like everybody else. Instead I decided to remind myself that there are things I hate worse than 110-degree forecasts.
Things like digging my car out from under three feet of snow.
Scraping ice from my windshield.
Wearing socks, tights, jeans, two shirts, a sweater, and a coat to work.
Seeing my breath inside my house when I get up in the morning.
Bring it, summer.