Living in Arizona in July is like living in a hair dryer that never turns off. Although I prefer the dry heat over humidity, it doesn’t mean that 115 degrees isn’t miserable. Growing up in the Midwest, the 4th of July was a big celebration. I remember having huge barbecues with all of the neighbors and setting off fireworks all night. Well, in Arizona, the only way you’re barbecuing is if you’re taking a dip in the pool every 5 minutes.