2. Being all over him
3. Loving his obviously wanting me to be 1 and 2.
Times like these, I say, I hate summer. From the last post, I think this may pass me a hate person, a negative one and totally un-likeable! But my son is sick and heck, I will continue with this rant anyway!
Summer loathers like me are a misunderstood minority, viewed with suspicion and dumped with those who hate dogs. While the rest exclaims excitement over going to the beach, I can only be ready with a bland nod. Weird?
Come to think of it, in summer, beach wannabes take off their clothes, put on their best swimwear and head for the beach. There they lay on the hot sand, soak themselves in polluted waters and bathe their skin with cancerous Ultraviolet Rays. Now, who’s weirder?
|I'd hit the beach on a semi-overcast day. |
And I would't hate the sand because I won't be eating.
More summer boogers:
The sweat and those who smell because of it
Sand on my food
Their negligent parents
Our perpetually unfinished roads
And the politicians who promise to pave them but do so only during elections
So if one day, which is most likely, you see a post at the beach or at the pool or anywhere summer thrown in here – by me- , it will only be because:
1. I want PF to enjoy the sun, sand and nature
2. I want to learn how to swim. God, I’m rotten old!
3. I want to enjoy summer anyway, and I don’t really care about potbellies, brats and sands.
I could change my mind that quickly. And no one can stop me.