I don’t have single ounce of regret or sadness that summer is almost gone.
tj:
There are no conflicting feelings. There is no wistfulness. I will not mourn.
I hate heat and sweat and bugs and heat. Summer, you can get right the f*%# out of here. Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya, as the saying goes.
TEAM COLD AIR!
TEAM COLD AIR!
I think you’re thinking of
TEAM SWEATER WEATHER!
OH HELL YES