Laugh my ass off when the weatherperson on the news channel refers to this time of year as "spring."
Get angry at the dog for wanting to go outside when it feels like 110 degrees, but worry that the sidewalk is burning her feet.
Notice that the entire neighborhood in the mid-day heat smells like garbage and dog shit.
Designate the hour upon returning home from the office following taking the dog out "naked time." Fall in love with my ceiling fan.
For my Charleston friends back home, June in Austin feels like August in Charleston. I'm imagining that July and August in Austin is going to make me want to move into my refrigerator. And that thing about Texas heat being "dry heat?" Lies.