And by it, I obviously mean summer.
I love so much about summer. Snowballs. Swimming pools. Suntans. Maryland Blue Crabs. Air conditioning. Cookouts (at houses with air conditioning).
Oh, but it’s hot. So, so hot and humid. And it’s still May.
I feel compelled to cover my body in baby powder before getting dressed, or going to bed. All of my bedroom furniture is covered in a fine white powder. If you stopped by, and didn’t know better, you’d assume we have a serious drug problem.
Our wonderful, enormous swimming pool needs cleaning, and frogs and chipmunks are in need of constant rescuing.
Every time I open the door to let a dog in, I also get two bees and some moths.
And today I burned my thumb while I was baking biscuits. It has nothing to do with summer, I just like to complain.
Thankfully, my two bffs are both teachers, so in a few weeks I can play with them whenever I want.
And True Blood is right around the corner.
If you need me, I’ll be inside with the moths and the air conditioning.