78 degrees

     At our house there is a magical number, a temperature in actuality. 78 degrees. It’s known far and wide that as the temperature creeps up, my tolerance for, well, anything any other human beings do, goes down.

     The kids call this “Mommy’s crazy temp” Alan calls it the “B**** Zone”. Either way, everyone knows the safety wall has been breached when we get to 80. Let me tell you, sirens were ringing and people were running for cover today in Minnesota! Let's back up....

     As we continued to drive deeper and deeper into the Minnesota Wilderness, Alan and I oohed, and ahhed about how absolutely idyllic this area is. Densley wooded, impossibly green and a lake on every stinking corner, there must be like, 10,000 of them! It’s got everything we could want and I was ready to call the whole thing off and buy the next sticks and bricks home we came across.

     And then….I stepped out of the air conditioned car. Just one tiny step and in that moment, as I turned, in slow motion, the family felt the humidity, saw my face and each in turn screamed, ducked and covered. Yet not in time to escape the torrential downpour of complaints that came raining from my upturned, scowling lips. Yep, 87 degrees and 68% humidity, and my dreams of life in Minnesota were crushed just like that. No worries however, the rig has air and we have power and yet another fifth wheeling lesson learned: When choosing between power or water hook ups, power wins every time. Granted we popped the breaker 4 times in the first hour but we got ‘er done! We also got to take long, luscious cold showers in the shower house. Which went a LOOOOONNNGGG way to me being able to tolerate my family in these conditions! I don’t know how you people who live with humidity all the time do it. There were actually people out WALKING, for FUN in this! OI! I am too delicate. Best news ever, the temp will drop by 10 degrees as will the humidity tomorrow!!! And I will give Minnesota a second chance.