Hit the road. Adios. Pouf! Be gone.
These days, summer months seem to go as fast as they come. It occurred to me yesterday while celebrating summer's end with a neighborhood BBQ that the situation felt all too familiar; it seemed like we had just lit the charcoal for the first time and had the inaugural neighborhood grill-out to kick off the summer. So how'd the time fly so quickly? Back when I was in school, summer break seemed more like light years, and I was itching to get back to school after 2 weeks of vacation (spent watching countless episodes of Salute your Shorts).
I gotta be honest. I still get sick of summer real fast. I'm not a summer girl, and I just don't like it. Between mother's/father's day, 3 national holidays, 2 million family birthdays (ok, maybe not 2 million, but definitely a ballpark figure here) it seems we're attending BBQ's at least once a week. Sometimes, twice in one day. That equates to A LOT of hamburgers, hot dogs, and steaks, and right about now, I'd rather chew my arm off than have another meat concoction between a bun. Summer break is also tough, as going nearly 4 months without my all time favorite show, Desperate Housewives, is detrimental to my well being.
I'm ready for a cool, crisp night and a hearty bowl of chili. I love observing the changing leaves of fall and making apple pie on Saturday afternoons. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy gathering with family and friends over good food, but summer is OVERKILL.
So good riddance, summer. See ya next year.