My Kingdom for an Air Conditioner

OK... it's my turn to whine about the weather.  Yeah...yeah... I know, I live in the mountains.  But that doesn't mean it doesn't get hot here.  It's in the upper 90s and so humid you could wring the water out of the air....and just like Chris... I have no air conditioning.   I've sucked on so many cherry popcicles, I won't need lip gloss for a month.... and have gone as far as stuck my head in the freezer...yes I did that.  As I sit here, I'm wearing a bag of ice cubes.  I won't divulge as to where I'm wearing it... just that I am.

But my house isn't the worst of it... The kitchen at the restaurant tops it all.  It's so hot back there that my kitchen staff are wearing towels on their heads loaded with ice cubes.  I come home to an un-air-conditioned house every night covered not only in sweat from head to toe...but a layer of flour and sugar and olive oil and whatever fruit I decide to work with that night as well.

Yeah....it's real attractive.  I just hope Food Network doesn't visit anytime soon.

Lisa