Dear Summer,

Dear Summer,

Officially speaking, you reign for another 22 days, but...uh...lets get real.

Today is the last day of August. Labor Day is tomorrow. School begins on the 3rd. The leaves are already starting to fall.

Who are we kidding?

So, I'm callin' it.

Good bye, Summer - dear friend and fancy-free cohort.

Clearly, you're taking your leave, which should come as no surprise.

It's sort of an annual thing, right? I would know, seeing as I'm no spring chicken {as Mister so lovingly mentioned one day}.

But I'm still kinda sad.

Okay, really sad.

I miss your steamy days and balmy nights; your booze-hound benders and low cut tanks; your bonfire chatter and charcoal aroma.

Your good times never come with any strings - I like that about you.

So, let me return the favor: no more guilt trips, no more pining. {Can I pine for something before it's gone? Yep.}

A short and sweet farewell is in order, classy-like - in remembrance of you.

Until June, keep hot, sweet thang.

XOXO,
Meggie