Reason #1. Sweating.
Reason #2. Bathing suits.
Reason #3. Shorts.
Reason #4. Pale, white skin that doesn’t tan. That only burns red and then doesn’t even turn into a tan, just goes right back to being white once it heals.
Reason #5 (and this is a big one). Hornets. I am deathly afraid of hornets. I don’t even really remember if I’ve ever been bitten by one in real life. I just remember from as far back as I can remember that I have been terrified of them. I used to have nightmares about gigantic human-sized hornets at the screen door, trying to get in at me.
These are other reasons why I hate summer.
Completely superficial desires.
But hey, I’m not a complete sourpuss. There are moments – like taking my boys to the beach and staying in a cabin nearby and playing in the sand and water.
But really, aside from that ONE experience, I’m not thrilled about the sun and the heat and the sweating. In fact, I hate it. And I think I’m the only one in the whole world who feels this way. Join me in my stinky, sweaty rage against hot weather.