And I absolutely positively CATEGORICALLY deny your request to leave. I’m sorry, summer, you’re stuck here until I give the all clear.
And I haven’t sucked the marrow out of you quite yet. In fact, I’ve been kinda sucking at the marrow sucking as of late. Perhaps the hole is too narrow. Perhaps my suction leaves something to be desired these days. Whatever the case may be, this summer has not lived up to its glorious potential.
So I’m gonna need some more time, summer. More time to lounge lazy in the sun, and putter in my yard, and be sexy at parties. More time to go hiking. More time to plunge the depths of cold mountain lakes. More time to throw a stick endlessly for my dog. More time for biking, and entertaining, and sunny days laughing with friends. More time for barbecue, and eating dinner and drinking tea and reading on my patio.
So until I give you permission, summer, you’re not budging. Suck it up.