Most people say the heat. The humidity. Mosquitoes. I say Black Socks. Yes. You read that right. I said black socks. I hate black socks. Always have, probably always will. I will admit there is a time and a place for them (i.e. Men in suits, etc) but it doesn’t mean I have to like them. But you are probably wondering why that involves me hating summer. Well, the 2 are interconnected. J wears black socks to work because he has to wear stinky steel toes.  Especially ripe in the summer months. But pretty much as soon as he gets home, off come the socks. Understandably so I must admit.…