I am not emotionally prepared to say goodbye to summer. The long days, the late nights, the obscene amount of ice cream I have ingested recently — it’s all been a dream. That said, reality (and algebra) is looming, and it might be time to start reeling in that “stay-up-till-2-a.m.-watching-random-YouTube-videos” sleep schedule. Let’s be honest:
Ah, July. The month where your car becomes a sauna, the deodorant of those around you is tested hourly, and the dog refuses to go outside unless bribed (but also refuses to come back inside unless bribed. Having dogs is a weird dynamic). But it’s also National Watermelon Month, and that’s something worth celebrating —
As I’m writing this, it’s Friday, June 27th. And y’all. It’s been a week. I could use several expletives to describe the weather this week, most of which include references to the devil and the home in which he lives. We have also been on the struggle bus as far as technology is concerned in
Allegedly…It’s summer. I guess? Maybe? IDK. As of me writing this, it’s like 75°, and raining — again. But I hear that by the time you read this, it’s going to be 97° and sunny. But then again, depending on when you get the paper, it may be raining — again. No matter the weather,
Summer officially arrives on Friday, y’all!! That magical season when the sun is shining, the grill is sizzling, and every dog in the neighborhood suddenly believes they’re a lizard who must lie belly-up on the pavement to absorb maximum rays. While we all love the warm weather, summer can be downright dangerous for our furry
Father’s Day stirs up all kinds of feelings. For some, it’s backyard barbecues, crayon-scribbled cards, and bear hugs. For others, it’s more complicated — maybe it’s a reminder of someone who wasn’t there, or of a relationship that didn’t quite live up to what it should have been. Whatever your experience, one truth stands out:
