Hot and humid; brain not working.
I don't have any fun or fabulous six-word memoir today because the weather is effecting my ability to think. We haven't even had a shower or thunderstorm in a few days to break this weather for a little while. When I whined to my dad about the weather he said, "When it's 20 degrees out this winter, you'll wish it was hot and humid." And of course, he's probably right.
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