Yeah, I'm with you, Cindy. Although, I know that it's the humidity that kills me.

It's the humidity that does me in, too. But I've never spent significant time anywhere that isn't humid. I also can't tolerate direct sun for too long, so even though the winds in Aruba were fabulous, I had to sit under a tree or an umbrella a lot, on the beach.

Blah, I lost my previous post.

To sum up: I am at work. Verizon disconnected our phone and DSL early. It is hot. We are returning our W/D today becasue of a rookie homeowner mistake (thankfully discovered before the unites were delivered). We have a new shiny gas grill, a housewarming gift from my folks. Did I mention it is hot?

Nora, you're right. It is hot.

Did you buy too big of a W/D unit?

YAY! for gas grill!

Someone kick my butt into gear. I have so much to do today, and I'm just lazing around in my jammies. Haven't even walked the poor dog. I do have coffee, which is a plus.

I *love* humidity. Dry heat is an adjustment for me. People in New Orleans thought I was crazy because I'd never turn on the AC in my car. It did help that I didn't have to to show up anywhere looking freshly turned out.

the dryer we bought was electric, and we didn't have the right outlet voltage. The previous owners had gas, and we are dumb and didn't realize there would be a big difference. Ah well, homeowning, living and learning.

Ah...that's not dumb. Glad you figured it out, though.

I have an electric dryer. At our first house, the home owner either didn't have a dryer, or had something hooked up, other than the 220 outlet you're supposed to have. I disremember, because it's been so long. At this house, they had an electric dryer. That said, I grew up with a gas dryer, liked it better, and am pretty sure my mom said they're cheaper to run, and not as hard on your clothes.

I slept in also, vw, although it wasn't a big deal as I didn't have anywhere to be today. The baby put off his 5:00 am feeding until 7:00 am. Which was kind of him as I didn't get to bed until 1:00 am.

I am not a big fan of humidity (grew up in New Mexico, go figure), but I adapted okay in Malaysia. Even kept my long hair. When I first got there I saw people wearing jeans and thought they were mental, but at about the six-month mark I realized I was wearing jeans pretty regularly. When I came back to the US it was in the high-90s in the East Bay, and I had to wear jeans and a sweatshirt to be comfy. That's when people started looking at me like *I* was mental.

Of course, I was also confused about which side of the road to drive on, and wouldn't take or give anything with my left hand, which made drive-thrus problematic, so it may have been more than the apparel.

But yeah, the real reason I don't like humidity is that the bugs get really freaking big.