Summertime is upon us. Hot weather, sand between your toes, sweat dripping down your brow, and sunburns; the whole bit. People love this time of year, but not this guy. Give me sweaters, snow, and frostbite any day. For me, this time of year is a constant struggle for comfort. The search for cool temperatures is my crusade, and air conditioners are my holy grail. “Why are you sitting inside”, people shout. Why? Because I’m not a lunatic who likes to sit in 95° weather with 99% humidity.
Is it winter yet? And how long till thanksgiving? I’m hungry.
That’s it, I’m throwing in the towel. It’s way to hot for me to live any longer. If you don’t find me shriveled up under my desk I have moved to Northern Canada. Send along my cat and send a letter to my family. Tell Bill Paxton I love him, and for the love of god delete my browser history.
How many more days till winter, Seanlite?