The three H's.
I love, love, love Minnesota. I hate, hate, hate hazy, hot and humid.
Humidity has got to be the worst invention ever. Throw in tempuratures in the 90's and you're just asking for crabby all around.
I'll take 20 below windchill, cold stiff jeans, bundling up just to go get the mail, and eyeballs that freeze from the fridged air over sticky, icky, humidity.
How gross to step outside and instantly feel your clothes stick to you, the sweat pooling in places you didn't know sweat could pool, energy zapped because it takes all your lung capacity to take a full breath and within minutes your hair is a frizzy mess.
Yuck.
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