If I had a laptop that I could take outside and add posts, I think I would be a little more prolific as a blogger. As it is, I am a garden freak and would rather sit outside and stare at my plants (and drink beer) than be inside in the A/C in front of my computer. But it is 104 degrees "real feel," and even though there is a very pleasant breeze flowing down 4th Ave., it's still slightly less uncomfortable inside. Apparently the appreciation of pleasant breezes is confined to my family; my fiance has absolutely no time for pleasant breezes.

"It's hot; I'm going inside."

"Stay out here with me; there is a very pleasant breeze..."

"That's a blazing solar wind blowing off the face of the sun; I'm going in."

"Smell my lily Casa Blanca and then you can go in."

"No."

"Smell it."

I can't. My olfactory faculties have been blasted by this 'pleasant breeze.'"