Why I spent $40 at Target on absolutely nothing

In Hawaii, where it is a perfect 85 degrees year round, one wears a darling summer dress over one's adorable swimsuit while one peruses the shops on the Waikiki strip. One can either retire to one's perfectly air conditioned swank hotel room or strip off the dress and wade directly into the cool, but not too cool, ocean water, as one conveniently carries a beach towel in one's summery tote bag for this precise occasion.

In western Washington, where it is a dull 60 degrees year round, where one cannot possibly imagine heat of 90 and ohmygod 100 degrees, where one does not expect to stick to one's desk as she types her blog post, where people do not install air conditioning in their homes let alone think to carry a beach towel ever, where, when it reaches insane temperatures, one can either choose death by heat stroke or death by hypothermia after throwing one's miserable self into Lake Washington- one simply finds the strength to climb into one's air conditioned automobile and heads to the mall.