Last weekend it finally happened. My spouse (yikes, that sounds so formal)..my husband Tim and I took a short road trip that cemented the summer spirit in me. We were driving in my little Mini Cooper roadster convertible north on Interstate 35 and I'm at the wheel. It's 87 or maybe 90 degrees, sunny and clear, and windier than Chicago's lakefront. The top is down. We're covered in sunscreen...me not a high enough SPF, Tim at a sensible 30. Our hair is whipping around. I'm wearing shorts and a tank top. Doesn't get much better for me. It's s-u-m-m-e-r!!