What happens about this time of year, every year? I don’t know about you, but I start to get overly excited about the much-anticipated cool-down. While this means little to you folks in the northern regions (I openly envy you, by the way), to those of us in the humid hotbox we call the South, anticipating that first major drop in temps is like waiting up for Santa. When those nighttime temps finally dip below 50, it’s all I can do to keep from tearing through the house like my butt is on fire (the cats do this – we call it “the rips”).
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