untill the first whiff of Coppertone, the smell of a sun warmed dog and the taste of watermelon.
The box fans get placed in their assigned windows.
I see the first firefly.
… without Cheddar Bratwurts, beer, good friends, cookouts, late nights, and naps in hammocks.
Until you have to eat the ice cream before it melts all over your hand.
…until the fat lady sinks…
until you bring out the smoker for an all day barbecue.
until I complain about it being too darn hot. I’ve already past that point.
Until I have achieved Full Immersion. In salt water.
Until it’s hot at 8 AM.
Until the first mosquito bite.
Until I get chlorine pool water up my nose.
. . . until I shave my armpits. :eek:
-Without a giant hot-fudge maple nut sundae from Carl’s in Fredericksburg. I don’t care that I have to drive about an hour to get there.
The lawn gets mowed for the first time.
The kids all leave and I can sleep past 5:30am!
…until I cut a little hole in a watermelon, fill it with vodka, and chill it overnight to serve to my friends at a cookout!
:eek: :smack: Oh Jesus. My mind went straight to Me, Myself & Irene, and the gutter.
I do a cannonball off my deck into the deep end of the pool.
… until the magnolias bloom.
But, I liked her…