I don't sweat.
Now, before you get all jealous & tell me to go gripe somewhere else, let me tell you these two things:
- I can still work up a rank smell like a hog farmer in a chum factory.
- People need to sweat to cope with heat...panting like Lassie just doesn't cut it.
I've been curious if this summer would be different. Not that I would somehow magically start sweating, but that perhaps shedding pounds would make the weather hot--as opposed to too-hot-to-handle.
Well, by Jove, I think I just might enjoy being outside now! I just spent a couple of hours outside at a birthday party & it was delightful. Though only 75 degrees out, Old Sara would have been miserable in the direct sun. Maybe Old Sara was a vampire--she was awfully pale.
New Sara is excited to be able to spend lots of time outside with the wee ones, to garden & play & have picnics--just hold the garlic. Hmmm...maybe New Sara is a vampire, too.