It's Getting Hot in Here

I have always said that Californians are complete weather weanies.  Since both of my children were born in California, they have also joined the ranks of those "unable to cope with anything."  This is what I mean:

1. When it rains in California, and I mean the mere sprinkle of precipitation, Californians run for cover as if the Zombie Apocalypse is banging on their doors.  I have often asked Sydney and Dylan if they think they're going to melt (as they put on rain boots, raincoats, grab umbrellas, and make a mad dash for the car), to which they often answer, "Yes!"  Even the weathermen are in on this, making every slight rainfall a "Stormwatch (insert month or year here)!!!!" as they report next to a puddle.

2. Heat. I say "heat" as a person who lived most of her life in a humid oasis of mosquitos and multiple showers: Houston, Singapore, Orlando, you get the picture.  As a high school student in Singapore, I was even known to sport a turtleneck during "monsoon season" when the regular temperature of 95% dipped to 90%.  In Florida, I wore dress pants and shirts, as well as black socks and shoes to tour unsuspecting British tourists through Universal Studios, forgetting to tell them to reapply sunscreen (sorry 'bout that).

Now, Californians pay A LOT of money to not have to deal with weather (how American, right?) but I sure got a kick out of listening to the news, and the people around me, complaining the other day about how they just couldn't take the heat anymore.

I don't know how they managed.