Pina Colada Paradise

It's July, and it's so hot and humid outside here, walking feels more like wading through syrup. By about 11 a.m., it's too gross to even use the pool (think warm bathwater), and that makes me sweaty and upsetty. I know when people think 'Florida!,' it's usually palm trees, beaches, and umbrella drinks. The actuality… Continue reading Pina Colada Paradise