Thinking Cool Thoughts

Generally, I make it a policy to not bitch about the heat. I really hate when people do that -- it's so boring to hear people whine about the heat. Deal with it, already!

If necessary, I whip out the true story of how Dr. J and I lived in the Silicon Valley/Bay Area during the rolling blackouts. It was during the blazing heat of summer (about 110 degrees, even at 7 p.m.), we were living in the world's tiniest apartment (think 500 sq. ft.), with NO air conditioning. And because we lived in a high-crime, non-English speaking neighborhood, we couldn't open our door to get much breeze in (and we had to lock up the place tight during the day).

We would do anything to not be in the apartment -- go to the mall, the movies, sit in our car with the A/C on high, yadda, yadda. But we had to sleep, and couldn't afford a hotel. So we went to sleep at night with bags of frozen vegetables under our heads. Up until that time, I think it was the closest Dr. J had ever been to a vegetable (he's since evolved, slightly).

So when I came home today to my cute, and more spacious apartment, on a fairly balmy day, I headed into the bedroom and turned on the A/C window unit full blast.

There's nothing like peeling off your clothes in the privacy of your own home as some well-deserved icy cool air blowing from the A/C unit envelops your body.

Except maybe if you have a fudgesicle in hand when you do it.