You know you're at home in Arizona when:

You can say 115 degrees without fainting.

You notice your car over-heating before you drive it.

You have to go to a fake beach for some fake waves.

You discover that it only takes two fingers to drive your car.

You can make sun tea instantly.

You run your air conditioner in the middle of winter so you can use
your fireplace.

You can say Hohokam and people don't think you're laughing funny.

You no longer associate bridges (or rivers) with water.

You notice the best parking place is determined by shade instead of
distance.

You see more irrigation water on the street than there is in the
riverbed.

You know a swamp cooler is not a happy hour drink.

You realize that Valley Fever isn't a disco dance.

Hotter water comes from the cold water tap than the hot one.

You can pronounce the words: "Saguaro", "Tempe", "Gila Bend", "San
Xavier", "Canyon de Chelly", "Mogollon Rim", "Cholla", and
Tiequepaque".

It's noon in July, kids are on summer vacation, and not one person is
moving on the streets.

You actually burn your hand opening the car door.

Sunscreen is sold year round, kept at the front of the checkout
counter, a formula less than 30 spf is a joke, and you wear it just to
go to the mailbox.

Some fool can market mini-misters for joggers, and some other fools
will actually buy them.

Hot air balloons can't go up, because the air outside is hotter than
the air inside.

No one would dream of putting vinyl upholstery in a car.

You've signed so many petitions to recall governors that you can't
remember the name of the incumbent.

You can understand the reason for a town named "Why".

but hey................it's a DRY heat.