You and I have a bone to pick. You do this to me every year. You come out with your smiling happy sunshiney shit for a few months.
The days are long and bright and perfect.
In fact, this year you've spared us the worst of the sweltering crushing heat.
And you've brought relatively little rain.
It's been pretty perfect out.
But then you go and do that shitty thing that you do year after year.
It's really quite a problem. Goodbye long days, nice weather, beach time, easy summer traffic, and the like. Farewell, sunshine and happiness. Goodnight, my sweet summer prince.
To be fair, fall isn't really the problem. It's what fall brings that I dread.
Gia and her Cat.