dear september,

Well.Here we are again.It's the same every year......just as you're about to leave us.....I decide that maaaaaybe you are ok.It's not that I don't like you, so I'm truly sorry to be rude upon your arrival. It's just that I'm always enjoying summer so very much, and then YOU show up (uninvited) (and too early), and remind me that my summer fun is about to end.I find it funny how everything