August 14, 2007
It was a triple digit summer
-- Deana Carter
Dear August,
I’m over it. So very, very over it. At this point I don’t know what to say other than please, just cut us a bit of slack. Call me crazy, but maybe a rain shower or 18? Maybe a cool wave in the neighborhood of the mid-90s every day? Give me something. At this point, my hair needs its own freaking zip code, know what I mean? I picked an awesome time to grow it out, by the way. Summer and long hair are about as amiable as Phil Fulmer and an Alabama fan. My grass is almost dead, my flowers never really bloomed and a coworker assures me that his wife and son literally fried an egg on the sidewalk. It’s all too much. I’m actually surprised that people aren’t rending their garments on the sidewalks in protest. Thanks August, you’re awesome. Now back the hell off before we all up and move to Canada, ok? Don’t push me – heat does crazy things to people.
Sincerely,
Amy
Dear August,
I’m over it. So very, very over it. At this point I don’t know what to say other than please, just cut us a bit of slack. Call me crazy, but maybe a rain shower or 18? Maybe a cool wave in the neighborhood of the mid-90s every day? Give me something. At this point, my hair needs its own freaking zip code, know what I mean? I picked an awesome time to grow it out, by the way. Summer and long hair are about as amiable as Phil Fulmer and an Alabama fan. My grass is almost dead, my flowers never really bloomed and a coworker assures me that his wife and son literally fried an egg on the sidewalk. It’s all too much. I’m actually surprised that people aren’t rending their garments on the sidewalks in protest. Thanks August, you’re awesome. Now back the hell off before we all up and move to Canada, ok? Don’t push me – heat does crazy things to people.
Sincerely,
Amy
Posted by Amy at 15:22:08 |
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