by Carmen Farrell
It’s been one helluva hot summer so far. My mantra has been: I will not complain, I will not complain, I will not complain. See, complainers annoy me. A lot. Especially when they complain no matter what. I hear them complain throughout the winter that it’s too cold, and then what do you know, the second summer hits, they complain that it’s too hot. I suspect (and by that I mean “know for a fact”) that I’ve been one of those people in the past and it really makes me want to punch myself in the face. So, this summer…this super hot, muggy summer…I vowed not to complain. 6 hours out at the park with the kids, hair plastered to my forehead, shirt 4 shades darker from sweat saturation: no complaining.
You know what’s helped? Sangria. And lots of it.