'kayso Bill and I made a plan last night. We don't often (almost never) make plans in the summer, but we made one last night. The plan was to finish working and no matter what time we were done, we were going to have a barbecue for dinner. Didn't the rain wait until we were just about finished? You bet!
Enough was enough! I decided to have me a chat with Summer.
I knocked on the front door. No answer. I banged on the door. No answer, but I could hear music; a familiar song I couldn't quite recognize. I peeked through a window and there he was (Yes, Summer is a he, a big sulky sack of he.) slouched on the sofa in his tighty whities sucking back moonshine.
"Hey!" I shouted. "Open the door!"
He did. Blaring from somewhere inside Air Supply wailed "the sun ain't gonna shine anymore!" (I know, eh? I didn't know they covered that song either.)
What a mess!
"You're drunk!" I shouted. "And is that -?"
"That's not mine," he slurred. "I'm holding it for a friend."
"So what gives?" I demanded. "Where have you been?"
"I'm on vacation," he said.
"But you're summer."
"So… Winter doesn't have to work, Autumn doesn't have to work, teachers, politicians, people take summer vacations all the time. Why can't I?"
"Because you ARE Summer!"
And then he passed out because apparently he wasn't holding it for a friend. (Seriously? Who did he think he was kidding?)
So, I called Autumn. I swear, I tried calling Spring first, but I kept getting the machine and there's NO WAY I was going to call Winter! I thought about calling their Mother; I mean, she's a nice lady and all, but you don't want to get on her bad side and I didn't want to get anyone in trouble.
So, I may have made things worse.
Hey it could be much worse… it could be snowing! (heh heh)
Have a good one!
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