I have the non-fading desire for it to be summer time, right neh. I can't wait to have another full one. Daylight, hot dogs, camping, drinking alcohol because you want to not because you need to, so green!, no nipple-chaffing, races, decreased bouts of crying, sundresses, blueberries, bike rides, river disasters, and whistling. Last night, we were so high on the fumes of summer dreaming, that we even talked about maybe climbing a 14er, agreeing it's "Fun enough."
Oh man. January, why must you force us all
to repeatedly suck it?!
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