My husband and I both were raised in regions where surviving the brutal heat of summer was something to be proud of and, apparently, nostalgic for. We also feel compelled to inflict three-digit heat on our grossly unprepared, rainy weather children. Seattleites only ever burn themselves on highly caffeinated hot beverages laced with [...]
My husband and I both were raised in regions where surviving the brutal heat of summer was something to be proud of and, apparently, nostalgic for. We also feel compelled to inflict three-digit heat on our grossly unprepared, rainy weather children.
Seattleites only ever burn themselves on highly caffeinated hot beverages laced with precisely foamed milk; they’ve never run barefoot across their dry lawn and into the heat-shimmered street, waved their swimming-pool soaked dollar at the ice cream truck and then hopped from burning foot to burning foot, waiting for their Sno Cone. Fireplaces and lattes are as hot as Seattle gets. It’s sad, really, and so my spouse and I feel that our Vitamin D deficient offspring need some sweltering sunshine to be soaked into their bones on an annual basis so they won’t grow up to be pale heat weenies.
Which means that I’m on vacation and have re-posted enough previously posted bits to keep everyone occupied. Have a lovely two weeks.
Posted by Alexa Harrington
