Dear Day-After-Summer-Vacay,
Why do you gotta be so harsh? I don't want to feel depressed that there's no ocean outside my back door. I don't want to miss fish tacos from Pedros. I don't want to be sad that when I turn around to tell my brother Jimmy a joke that he's not there now. But I do.
Ugh. You pretty much suck, Day-After-Summer-Vacay.
Sincerely,
Ann Cannon
4 comments:
Pedro's fish tacos are yummy - I know why you miss them.
I am so sad right now.
That, right there, is The Truth about the day after vacation. I hope it gets better soon. do
Leaving the beach is hard to do. I don't know if this helps, but close your eyes, see the waves rolling stones as they approach the shore, hear the thud of the wave breaking on the shore, and there I am, standing behind you...
"Hey Ann, did you hear that Pablo Picasso surprised a burglar at work in his studio. The burglar got away, but Picasso told the police he could do a rough sketch of what he looked like. On the basis of his drawing, the police arrested an old guitarist, a nudist, and a bull."
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