Summers in southern California usually mean one thing: freaking hot. We're talking drive-with-your-AC-on-all-day, better-get-out-the-Slip-N-Slide, I'm-gonna-die-because-it's-so-hot hot. Then there was the Summer of Aught-8. I think we may have turned on the house AC maybe twice in a single week if we're lucky. For the most part, the ceiling fans in each room have produced enough … Continue reading A Cool Summer →