Mother4Jesus

  Dear North Carolina,  I'd like to file a formal complaint against the weather. I don't know who at Mother Nature woke up and said, "You know what would be fun? Let's wrap the entire state in a hot, wet towel," but I'd like a word. Stepping outside in North Carolina right now isn't "going outdoors." It's volunteering to be steamed like a basket of dumplings. The weather app keeps saying it's 97°, but "feels like 108°." Oh, thank you. That's incredibly helpful. It's nice to know my weather app has also started lying to protect my feelings. The humidity is out here committing crimes. My glasses fogged up before I made it to the porch. My hair has expanded into a witness protection program. I took a shower this morning and somehow came home needing another one... after walking to the mailbox. My car has become an Easy-Bake Oven. The steering wheel? Lava. The seat belt buckle? A medieval torture device. The seat itself? Con...