A Farewell Letter to Summer

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photo credit: M I S C H E L L E via photopin cc

Dear Summer,

Don’t go.  What can I do to convince you to stay? You’re my favorite season of the year, and I’m sad to see you go.  I keep trying to convince you to stay, but apparently I “repulse you in swimwear.”

I still love you despite your hateful comments, mostly because you give me an excuse to wear flowy dresses that hide my stomach fat and overall, make me a happier person.

Why do I love you and those flowy dresses?  Because not only do those dresses hide my bulges, they allow me to get away with not wearing Spanx, which makes me more pleasant to others.

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I’m far happier when I’m not scratching my crotch every five seconds and whining that my ribs are breaking from the force of nylon.

Thanks for that.

So I guess I will send you off with a farewell letter.  It’s the only thing I can do since you won’t stay in exchange for a sweet coupon book that entitles you to discounts at local restaurants.  Apparently you aren’t a thrifty shopper.  Noted.

Instead, I will give you a goodbye letter and count down the days until I see your lovely face again (and then curse myself for not dieting over the winter).

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photo credit: Tinker*Tailor loves Lalka via photopin cc

But if I have to say goodbye to you, I have to say goodbye to your posse as well.  It’s not all about you, summer.

I guess this means I can say “so long” to the poorly behaved kids at the pool (or maybe I can yell this with excitement instead).  Looks like you will have to fend for yourself without the benefit of my dirty looks reminding you that you’re not special.

You’re really not.  Your mom might tell you that you’re improving with your swimming lessons, but we both know your dives suck.

Sayonara messy ponytail.  Most people wore you because it was trendy, but I wore you because I’m lazy and was excited that something messy is in style for once.

Unfortunately, other disheveled looks like rumpled dresses and stained t-shirts haven’t hit the fashion circuit…yet.

Goodbye constant stream of sweat going down my back into my pants.  You always seemed to come around at bad times, but your presence made me giggle (mostly because it tickled).  I won’t even hold a grudge against you for all the times you made my ass hospitable to swamp-like creatures.

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photo credit: striatic via photopin cc

See you later creepy pool moms.  You have the bodies of women in their twenties, but faces of people on Medicare.

I will miss mocking you and your Forever 21 wardrobe.  (P.S.  You are not Forever 21.  You’re not even “Forever 39” despite the fact you’ve had a 39th birthday the last 5 years.  We can count and we’ve been counting both the years of your birthdays and the crow’s feet around your eyes.)

I think I will miss you most of all.


Until we meet again,

Love Lisa

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4 thoughts on “A Farewell Letter to Summer”

  1. Hello to MY favorite season:

    Autumn in New York,
    How can it be so inviting?

    The falling leaves drift by my window,
    Those autumn leaves of red and gold …

    I won’t go into “September Song.” That would be too much.

    1. I enjoy fall the older I get, and fall in New York IS my favorite time of year in NYC. It’s so blasting hot in summer in NYC, but I don’t live there, so I feel better knowing all the people I’m jealous of for living there are at least a little miserable.

      It helps.

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