A few days ago, my daughter and I were sitting out on the front porch, enjoying the nice Colorado breeze and soaking in the view of the front range. Relaxing in the shade with the temperature around 78 degrees, she turns to me and says, "Mommy, let's go inside. I'm getting sweaty."
Um, what? We're moving back to Texas next week where it is literally going to be 25 degrees hotter and sticky. Oh dear.