I do, but I don't. Climate-wise, I don't. I'm thrilled with the "strange" weather pattern, high 80's and humid enough to make your ear hairs curl—I love it...LOVE it. I remember all at once why I lived in that humid city by the ocean for so long...because most of the year was this stuff. I learned a lot about hygiene living there, and kept it all when I moved back and I'm sure most would be shocked to know that I keep restrooms and my purses stocked with baby wipes. Of course, bringing that trend back from the South (and I didn't even live in the DEEP South) to my OCD-ridden Midwestern mother had a wildfire effect. A new way to be über clean: rock on.

And I feel distinctly dejected when everyone begins complaining about this nasty humid weather...I love heat, most of all, I love smothering heat...and I always have, even though it gives my hair a bride of Frankenstein coif. I speak wistfully of the time I lived in that warmer place, the place without Winter and the air wet enough to feel like a mist against your skin. I know I'll never live away from my family again, but man! I wish Wisconsin could take the initiative to migrate closer to the Equator!