Aug 2, 2014

Dear August,

Every year, you roll around and you bring with you scorching heat, crazy ridiculous humidity, violent thunderstorms, major hurricane activity and school buses. Most days, I can handle those lifestyle inhibitors by staying in the air conditioning 24 hours a day. I don't want to say our relationship is all bad because it's really not. I do love all the fun things you have to offer as well. I really like that Target puts out new school supplies in August, which I use in my adult office, but work supplies sounds boring, so I will always and forever call them school supplies.
I also really enjoy tax-free shopping weekend and the first sightings of fall fashion. I wish you would let me wear my new, cozy sweaters that I found on sale at the outlet mall this weekend, but I know you have a spiteful side here in Florida, and will refrain from dropping your temperatures to anything below 89 degrees. I digress.

Lastly, I love that the first day of your month allows me to crack open my new Kate Spade planner and start another 12 months with clean, crisp pages waiting to be filled up with the crazy, fun life I get to live. Like I said above August, our relationship isn't all bad. You might flatten my hair with your humidity and give me heart palpitations when the lightning strikes inches away and the thunder feels like it's shaking the entire house, but you also put the world at my feet. For that, I will be eternally grateful—every year.

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