I’ll admit, it’s not my favorite time of year. I’m much more a spring/fall kind of gal. Summer is too hot. Too kid-infested. Too…well, those first 2 things are enough to make me hate it.
As my dad would say:
When the weather’s hot and sticky
That’s no time to dunk the dickie
When the frost is on the pumpkin
That’s the time for dickie dunkin’
Yeah. That’s the sort of stuff I was raised on. No wonder, right?
The kids are home for the weekend and the small annoying one is already making me want to spike my coffee. It’s really just a taster of the next three months. Blargh.
At least we’ll be done with schoolwork (she said as she side-eyed the pile of paper flowers she’d been cutting for a lei-making craft for a stupid luau-themed end-of-the-year party). Seriously. Over $20 spent on supplies for some shit that will be added to our landfills in a week or two. I’ll say nothing on the value of my time. >:-( Yes, I’m a bitter, bitter person. Whatever.
But, hey, at least I can make my own confetti with the new hole punch I had to buy. Says so on the package. Because I’d totally sit around and make mounds of paper to throw and then have to clean up. Totally.
I already said I was bitter. At least I own this resting bitch face.
Bright side: Central AC so the dickie dunkin’ doesn’t have to be quite so sticky this summer.