Ah … June. Or as my mother calls it, The end of summer. Betty pretty much starts saying it’s almost time to close the pool before the kids are even out of school yet.
She also says it’s almost midnight by around 7 p.m. and has been known to refer to a bottle or two as a “glass” of wine. As in … I don’t know how the lampshade got in the refrigerator. It’s not like I was drunk … I only had a glass. And then she hands me a fork and offers me some of the cheese fondue she’s serving off a 100 watt lightbulb in the living room.
And now we’re into July. The second trimester of the summer season in Canada; where all the sickening work is done, but you aren’t quite at the point where you just want it to be over yet.
So welcome July, good-bye June, if you missed any of these posts you’re a red assed baboon.
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