I really like you. I really miss you. When will you return?
I made a bargain with Texas...I'd give them rain if they sent heat. Apparently, my end of the deal went through, but Texas stiffed me and we're still stuck at 60 degrees.
Summer, please come back. It's what we live for here in MinneSOOOOta. It's what gets us through the long, cold, never ending winters.
Please, please, please, summer. Show us your beautiful face.
I promise to not complain one itty, bitty, teeny, tiny, eensy, weensy, little bit about any heat or humidity if you come back, right now.
Missing you much,