Dear June 6th....
Dear June 6th,
I expected you to be warmer. I expected to be wearing shorts on my luxurious, adult weekend adventure up in northern Michigan. Instead I was wearing a fleece jacket, jeans, and closed-toe flats that gave me a blister. Damn you, June 6th.
Ah well...at least I had a hot tub and a vodka tonic to warm me up. Multiple times a day.
Guess it all balanced out...
However, this is an official memo to June that you are JUNE and therefore, a SUMMER MONTH and therefore, SHALL BE WARM FROM HERE ON OUT!
Love,
Sarah
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I love it when you write letters to things . . . grocery store employees, your children, Nair . . .
This is why Matt Cavanaugh should rethink up north the last week in JUNE! Summer still hasn't gotten the memo by even THEN it seems like most years!
Yikes! Hitch a ride with my brother and his family... they're on their way down here on Thursday night. And it's been in the upper 80s. Dare I say, hot... I better be careful, otherwise it'll really get hot and then I'll be crying.
Hopefully it warms up your way soon!!
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