Summer
I love summer.
Summer means potato salad and barbecues.
It means sunshine and late-night bonfires.
It means camping and soccer and awful bathing suits.
It means sunburns and sand in uncomfortable places.
It means fun and excitement and joy.
Ah summer.
And this, my friends, is why I'm no poet. The food is what I most look forward to (that's why it's first), and it generally comes at family events so I get to see all my favorite relatives at once (two birds, one stone).
Western Washington is currently mocking my love of summer by raining. A lot. I suppose it's a good thing I also enjoy rain.
Potato salad rocks my socks.
Summer means potato salad and barbecues.
It means sunshine and late-night bonfires.
It means camping and soccer and awful bathing suits.
It means sunburns and sand in uncomfortable places.
It means fun and excitement and joy.
Ah summer.
And this, my friends, is why I'm no poet. The food is what I most look forward to (that's why it's first), and it generally comes at family events so I get to see all my favorite relatives at once (two birds, one stone).
Western Washington is currently mocking my love of summer by raining. A lot. I suppose it's a good thing I also enjoy rain.
Potato salad rocks my socks.