"If God were suddenly condemned to live the life which He has inflicted upon men, He would kill Himself." -Alexandre Dumas

I'm tired of being hot. And not "hot" in the good way, as in, "Girl, you are smokin' hot!" though I hear that often.

And no, I don't mean the "hot" as in "I'm burning in hell" either.

I mean hot in the my-pits-are-sweating, my-makeup-is-melting, my-sweaty-feet-are-sliding-in-my-shoes, I'm-ready-to-overheat kind of way.

I don't mind sweating. In fact, I enjoy it....when I'm supposed to be sweating, like working out, manual labor, those sorts of things.

I don't enjoy it so much when I'm off to work and should smell pretty all day long, but in fact the walk to my car at 6:30a.m. apparently is too much for me and causes me to break out into a sweat. Not a good way to start the day.

Come on Fall!!