But we all mustered our courage and remembered that we are Alabamians. We know how to do this. We simply have to shuffle resignedly from air-conditioned space to air-conditioned space for the next three months. We have to strip our babies down to their diapers and gulp our cocktails before the ice melts and stand over vents and wish for rain. We are the people who coined prettier words for "perspiration."
Fall cannot come fast enough. A local news anchor reminded me last night that it's "only one month before school starts again" and I almost burst into tears. Still, there are some consolation prizes.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go hug a box fan.