Summertime Sadness
If this isn't summer, it has to be the next best thing.
Guys - if you’re ever in doubt. Ask your wife. She will set you straight.
Take tonight for example:
The thermostat is pushing 80 degrees, we’re eating outside on our freshly painted deck and and I comment that “its summer”
“No it isn’t”, she says.” “Not until June 21”
Sigh.
Technically she’s right.1 But any day I am eating a burger outside after being up on a ladder installing new outdoor security lights all day2 sure feels like summer to me.
More signs of non-summer include me fighting the crowds at Home Depot Garden Center to get her “a few more” marigolds for out front, which somehow ended up being my job to plant. The ladies went to the park down the street to play with the neighbor kids after our non-summer meal leaving me with the gardening.
Lastly, I don’t know about you but the little one sure looked like she was dressed for summer in her little pink tie dye skort and pink t-shirt with Disney water shoes while playing with her bubble machine which amazingly still works! 3
I have to tell you that for a day that was not summer, I would take this again any day and I can’t hardly wait until the real summer is here.
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