You know this September stretch we’re in– the one where the sun starts slacking on its hours, the foliage has a little slump in its posture and all of a sudden there’s freeze warnings (FREEZE warnings!). The one where it feels like a disgruntled, prune-crazed Old Man Fall is peering out of slat blinds and calling the cops on Summer for walking on his lawn? The one where–after the 17th call–Summer will be too exasperated to care any more and will let the old dirtbag have his way by moving out of the neighborhood? Yeah, it feels kinda like that. Like the shouting matches have resulted in spiteful, cantankerous legal action and that legal action is coming by way of Summer getting a size 9 pediatric right in her perky bum-parts.
Sigh. Old Man Fall is a jerk. But while he may be able to take my flip-flops and short-pants, he’ll have to pry them from my cold, resentful hands.
In the mean time, out of all our near-naked, sun-soaked and care-free two months of summer pics, here’s a “Look, Ma- no hands!” fave.
