I have a very unmistress-y confession to make: I turn into a total a/c whore in summer - I will do anything for a primo cooling spot, and have a terrible habit of pulling my shirt up and flashing the air conditioners in any home I happen to visit for 3 months of the year. That's right, Mother Nature turns me into her sniveling little bitch when the temps rise much above 80F. I blame this phenomenon entirely for 'making' me book my end-of-summer vacation in...wait for it...Siberia. I'm not joking. At the end of August, I'm taking the Trans Siberian Express through Russia and Mongolia, where it will be a balmy 69 degrees, ahhhh. But that doesn't happen for another 7 weeks, so [...]