summertime thought bubbles

It's summer. I'm loving it and typically I am not a summer person. I'm an autumn person (like everyone) and even more recently a spring person (because rain is my best friend). It's hot for a few days and then hot and rainy for a few days and then we have some thunder. I like thunder. Some of my friends do not. That's cool, we can be different.

Sometimes I wish it was like when I was in school and I had summers off. Wouldn't that be nice? And I'm not even talking about the part where you get to call your friends everyday and walk to the Stop & Shop to rip Roswell photos out of magazines. I basically mean I'd still like to wake up early and enjoy the morning and just not have to go anywhere once the morning begins. I want to stay in pajamas, read books and magazines, sip coffee and then iced tea when it transitions into the afternoon. Is that too much to ask?

Especially when it's hot at night and you can't bear to have the covers on. You sleep in a sheet with the air conditioner on high and then have an excuse to bundle up in the comforter even though it's sweltering outside. I like my comforter, regardless of the season. It's a tender thing, that comforter.

Sometimes I wish I had a boat. Not that I'm swimsuit ready ever, (that's a whole other story) but if I could live in a bathing suit and not worry about snickers or skin cancer I would, though I'm sure the skin cancer boat may have sailed (been there, done that) and the snickers are probably in my head because who really gives a shit what I look like in a swimsuit, right?

It's still thundering outside. Anyone else have the uncontrollable urge to listen to some Garth Brooks? The Thunder Rolls...? Just me?

Okay.