Ahh, SuMMeR

• It was the Summer of Love. I woke up from a cat nap on the lake one day to find two dragonflies doing it on my leg.
• It was the Summer of Accepting Others. My mom was telling me how a bear was hanging around our cabin. Instead of being scared, all I could think of was how it was probably Jacob from Twilight. They did say the werewolves looked like giant bears. And we all know Jacob is really sweet.
• It was the Summer of Senses. I got new carpet for my bedroom and I just want to lay on it all the time. I also just got a new shampoo that I love the smell of. If people see me in the act of smelling my hair, they probably think I have mustache envy.
• It was the Summer of Wildlife. I finally saw my first wild bear (digging though a neighbor's garbage) during a 4am run to the airport. He looked the age of a teenager. Not to mention he's sneaking home late at night and he's got the munchies. He was obviously high.
• It was the Summer of Sisterhood. My newly 21-year-old sister and I were hanging out at Pracna one lovely afternoon when the two ladies next to us started talking to us only to discover we were sisters and so were they. They were your typical suburban housewives in their mid-to-late 30s. They proceeded to chat with each other and sometimes us all afternoon. As my sister and I were leaving, we asked if they were out for the night. Sister #1 says "probably not. My husband had a big hunk of meat on the counter when I left this morning so I think he's making dinner." Sister #2 laughs and practically yells "Is Joe grillin' his dick for dinner?!" It was hilarious.
• It was the Summer of Fish Tacos. Yep.
• It was the Summer of Dreams Coming True. A friend from high school has been telling a bunch of us he was going to get an outline of a bear tattooed on his chest and then he would shave around the outline so the bear would fill in with his hair. Well this summer I finally saw it all done. It's not as cartoonish as I had imagined. The bears eyes are his nipples, which make it look slightly evil and there is a snout. He even got a salmon tattoo on his arm so he can "feed the bear." It's awesome in a ridiculous way. As my good friend pointed out though, we can enjoy it. We didn't marry him.
• It was the Summer of Greed. One day at Canterbury I was betting on my favorite horse's name of the day. One the walk to the gate before the race, the jockey got bucked off and the horse started running around the track. Being slightly drunk, I started yelling at the jockey as he made his walk of shame back. He started yelling at me too. "He was a pony." Whatever, your fault. But damn, I had such a good feeling about that horse making me big money.
• It was the Summer of Team Building. Let's turn this party over!
• It was the Summer of 12 Steps. My friend has a problem. After endless teasing one night, he finally admitted it out loud. "My name is Kent and I bring chips to parties!" Hey, admitting it is the first step, right?