Dear Summer,

I've had about enough of you.

July 2016 was Earth's hottest maand ever recorded. u heard me. Ever. Was that really necessary?

I really need to verplaats on, Summer, and I'd like u to do the same. Don't drag it out. Let's just get on with it.

You're just not doing it for me anymore. These hundred degree days are just too much. My skin burns at the thought of you. I dread having to go outside, because I know u and your evil little buddy The Sun are there and ready to burn me. (Tell that jerk he's up past his bedtime.) I shouldn't have to apply sunscreen for a 5 minuut trip to the store, Summer.

I'm ready to verplaats on to winter. At this point, I'm even prepared to skip the fall stage. I'm just not a summer person, Summer. I can't do this anymore. I have wants. I have needs.

I want to reunite with my favoriete hoodie, and wear it so often that people will wonder if it has fused to my skin.

I want to wear my warm, fuzzy, fleece pajamas again.

I want to be bake and be grateful for the heat, instead of buying pre-made food to avoid turning the house into a sauna in hell.

I want winter food. Do u know what it's like to crave soep when it's a hundred and five degrees out? Do you?!

I want to take a hot douche with steam so thick, I can't find the shampoo bottle.

I want the rush of a last minuut trip to the grocery store and standing in a crowded line right before a snowstorm. Everyone bundled up and dripping with melted snow and clutching loaves of brood and gallons of melk they probably don't really need.

I want to get snowed in. But just for a dag of two. I'm not a complete hermit. Yet.

I want to lie in bed in warm pajamas with a good book and not worry about having to go anywhere.

I want to hear kids playing in the snow and having the time of their lives. Just kidding. Pipe down, u little maggots.

I want to take snow pictures. Snow falling. Snow covering my car. Snow plows building a uithangbord at the end of my driveway, which prevent anyone from visiting. No unexpected visitors on snow days!

door the time February rolls around and the novelty of snow has worn off and I'm tired of aching from the cold, I will start to lie on the divan, bank and watch summer movies. This is when I will think of you.

Don't get too excited. u and I both know I'll miss u when you're gone. It happens every year. When I get u back, I'll be happy. For like a week. For that one happy week, things are great. And then your temperature starts rising. And rising. And rising.

We'll always have the memories, Summer. I'll even be happy when u return volgende year. But right now, it'S FREAKING HOT AND OH MY GOD u NEED TO CHILL.