I love hot weather so much. I sweat like a fat pig but I never care because at least I'm not cold. I was born to walk barefoot and to wear only onesies. Its my destiny to never be athlethic but to love to bake in the sun. I can't tell you how much I adore feeling the scorching sun on my face.
Summer makes me miss Georgia. Because New York does get hot, but NYC doesn't do summer like where I come from. Sweet tea and lightning bugs and the smell of honeysuckle that grows in everyone's yard. My brother and I didn't have any neighborhood kids to play with during those long summer months because everyone on our street was pushing 60 so during the summers, Larry J and I became best friends. We planned our days according to the TV Guide and what was coming on HBO starting at 9am. We also called our mom every hour or so to ask permission for all sorts of things--"Can we have a cookie?" "Mom can we jump on the trampoline?" "Mom Larry J is chasing me with a knife again."
Wouldn't it be awesome is summer vacation was a universal Have-To. Like work just ends on May 31st and starts back up again after Labor Day.
I need that kind of structure in my life sometimes.
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