I never knew--never truly knew--what it was like to be hot--perpetually hot, like, hotter than a nun in a cucumber field all the time--until I moved in with a girl who is interminably cold. It was 94 degrees outside my house this weekend. And 84 inside. She-Ra: Princess of Power, who I might have to rename Goldilocks of the Hellfire, thought it was "just right."
I was ready to spend my Sunday at the office. Or back at my mama's house. Instead I took to the (air conditioned) car and went and bought a misting fan. I paid double what Lasko is asking for theirs, but I couldn't wait 4 to 9 days for it to arrive. If you can, and want a 90-degree-wide sweep of water particulates cooling off your picnic, deck, patio, party, or 4th of July, check out the Misto.
Hook the Misto up to a standard garden hose and flick it on to one of 3 speed settings. Its powerful fan and refreshing mist will cool your melting skin and reduce the air temperature around you by up to 25 degrees. No assembly, no leaving home, and no battling with Goldilocks of the Hellfire required.