dear summer,

We're through. I just can't take you anymore. Sure we've had some good times, like

playing basketball,


and swimming lessons,





and visits with family,



and baby blessings,


and concerts in the park to listen to ridiculous "celtic" music all about beer and potatoes and brides,


And batman shirts from Grammy,

but seriously, we're done. You are too hot and dull. Please send in your oh-so-attractive friend Fall. He's always been my favorite anyway.

LoveRegards,
Carrie

ps. I like you much better in Michigan. Let's meet there next summer and see if we can rekindle this romance.