June was totally not cool. June was dry and made me not want to go outside. June was deceiving because when you looked out the window you thought June was really pretty and nice and inviting. And then you walked outside and you realized June was a liar.
You could only handle June in small doses. And by "small doses" I mean 35 seconds.
June was hot, but not in a sexy kind of way. June was hot in a "I feel disgusting" kind of way.
We understand that you will not be cool, but cooler than June would be helpful. Maybe you could bring some rain to this summer party we're having. And perhaps a breeze. I have high expectations for you, July. I hope you live up to them and exceed them.
July is already better than June for a few reasons. First of all, nine years ago today my sister married her highschool sweetheart. Happy Anniversary Jaclyn & Jeremy! Secondly, July brings Disney World!! July also gives me a paid day off on Friday due to the holiday. Also, July brings the finale of The Bachelorette where I am hoping our girl Jill shows that she is indeed not stupid and that Ed is her choice because he is a doll and he looks like Denny Duquette from Grey's Anatomy.
So already, July is better than June cause July actually brings something to the summer party. June was just hot. In a gross way.
In June's defense, a really precious denim summer skirt from Ann Taylor Loft was brought into my life and I'm pretty sure it is my summer staple. I will give you that, June. I will give you that.