Summer is officially here and it just might kill all of us. For a place that seemed to be an endless -10 this winter I do not understand how just months later there are endless days of 100 degrees. Maybe I should move to Portland, Oregon.
Summer means an extra lazy cat.
Summer means lots of snow cones!
Summer (for me this year) means killing the dandelion forest that has taken over my backyard, so we can plant grass!
What does summer mean for you?