Summer

Deep down, after I complain and complain sometimes quite bitterly, I do know that summer is so special because of our son of a ____ winter.

When thoroughly frozen for 6 months straight, tortured for a month or two with random 50 degree days and sudden ice storms, summer is just blissful satisfaction.

A sunburn. Enough said there.

I get more done in the summer. That's a lie, but I have more time because I'm not in the shower for 30 minutes. The bath until the water is just sorta warm.

Don't get me started with the time having no school/homework gives you.

You know what? I almost WANT a mosquito bite.