Summer summer summertime

I am homesick for the sun.  And a deep buttery-brown tan.  And sweat and sand.  And beachy wavy hair.

I wish I needed iced coffee.  And central ac.  And fans.  And lounge chairs.  And coolers.

I am lusting after Sam Summer brew.  And naps on the beach.  And bocce in the backyard.  Cocktails by the pool.  Hotdogs on the grille.  Musings by the citronella candle-light. Cape Cod Potato Chips on Crane's Beach.  Lazy days and lazier nights.

I miss the summer. Sooo so so so much its ridiculous.  And I'm ready for its return.

Gettin the hell outta dodge.

I'm leaving on a jet plane today and heading to visit the lovely (and windy?) city of Chicago.

I'm looking forward to relaxing, reading, spending time with friends, and taking in all the city has to offer. 

Maybe we'll get dolled up and paint the Chi-town.  

 Or maybe we'll just soak up the mid-western sun. 

Either way, I'm sure its going to be awesome.  Full report to follow next week.

How are you wildcats spending the 4th of July?

Thunder only happens when its raining

Dear Mother Nature,

Although you are a candidate for our wolfpack, you are currently on shaky ground. In short: you're killing me, Smalls.

Can I call you "Smalls"?

Well, I just did.

And I wrote you this haiku:

Another day, and
Another drizzle. No more!
Show me the sun, please.

Think about it, Smalls. Please.

With love,
Dfest

PS. Enjoy some dreary day tunes courtesy of Fleetwood Mac: