you know what is not so cool? NINETY-FIVE degree temps the day before fall. i wilt over 75. i melt at 95. please, please go away heat. i like the summer, until you come. then i just pray for it to be over. anyone with me? if you like the heat, then you must not sweat. because who likes to be sweaty? not me, that's who. anyways. . . i am remembering that little camping trip we took just weeks ago. the one where my teeth were chattering all night. oh, give me that over this any day. any day.