It was so hot today, I thought I was going to be cremated.

β€œIt’s swimsuit season” I say, eating another swimsuit.

This summer I’m going cicada mode: emerging briefly from my house and being really loud until I find a mate.

It’s called the Summer Olympics so one of the events should be running in flip flops to catch the ice cream man.

I have consumed so much potato salad the last couple of days, I’m sweating mayo.

It’s so hot outside that when I opened my front door I thought I was checking on my oven.

I don’t need all of these heat advisory warnings on my phone. I’ve been outside. I have skin. I know.

Summer is here. Always put on some suncream to help the rain run off.

We used to have “spring, summer, fall, winter”. Today we have “drama, drama, drama, drama”.

Maybe I’ll quit so I can focus on summer.

I get it cicadas, I’m ready to scream for six weeks too.

How can vampires enjoy drinking our hot blood in the summer and other thoughts that keep me up at night.

Don’t worry. There is still hope for the summer: the rain should get warmer soon.

“It’s bikini season,” I whisper, eating another bikini.

I bought a watermelon and all I can think about is filling it with vodka.

With a lollipop in one hand and a dandelion in the other, concentration is very important, as every summer child knows.

Want to lose weight for the summer? Don’t worry, just check in your luggage at the airport. You’ll never see those pounds again.

Going from summer clothes to winter clothes: “Okay!” Going from winter clothes to summer clothes: “I AM NOT READY!”

Would pay $10 a month for Summer Premium Package without wasps.

Going to the beach the day after watching Jaws hits different.