Mmmmm...it's a Texan summer again.  One of my favorite times of the year.  The sun is heating up, and the air conditioner, even when it is set at 80F never goes off.  The quiet neighborhoods are disturbed by the gentle hum of air conditioners on overdrive.

Did you know that you can identify the type of air conditioner by the sound it makes?  Now, I'm not as adept as some, so I can tell you the brand, the make, the model, but I can tell when a big unit is running or a double unit or if someone is running a 220v or just a humble 110v.  I'd say that you should try it, but I'm not sure if it would ever get hot enough in the Northwest.

I remember groaning over the fact that I couldn't cool my house down when it hit 90F.  Now..I consider anything under 95 running, picnic in the park, time to throw open the doors and air out the house kind of weather.  Now, don't get me wrong.  I'm wearing shorts and tank tops through the whole thing, well, unless I forget to change out of my sweats and t-shirt.

I promise!  It's the truth.  Just ask Emily.  Take yesterday.  Em was down to a cute little summer dress.  You know, the kind that doesn't have a back, is light weight and takes advantage of every tiny breeze.  Anyway, that's what she was wearing.  On the other hand, I was wearing a pair of navy blue sweats and a blue and white striped t-shirt.  I had to add all those colors in there just to sound impressive.  Not that other people weren't wearing summery clothing, but there were others just like me or dressed even more warmly than me.  After all, there is nothing that says "Texan" more than a pair of Levi or, better yet, Wrangler jeans.  It's weird, I know, but it's also the truth.  Pinky promise.