You won’t catch me reading a book by the pool this summer.
I won’t be sunbathing on the beach.
This isn’t the summer I’ll have an even tan.
This isn’t the summer for relaxing.
I’ll spend more time applying sunscreen and wiping off sand than anything else.
I’ll spend more time swimming than sitting.
I’ll spend more time in the sprinkler than on the sun porch.
My fingernails won’t stay painted but they’ll open a gazillion popsicles.
The only highlights in my hair will be the ones placed there by the sun while pushing a stroller at the park.
My shoulders will be twice as tan as my stomach from the constant chasing.
