however much I hate you you've been good to me.
Thanks for that, you're a dear.
But now you're waning and June is starting to peek over the horizon; and I must admit, I'm a bit more excited for her.
June brings a promise of something good, of lazy days and lavender hair.
I love you, I swear. Just not as much as June.
June brings a promise of sand between my toes and wild, salty beach hair.
You're nice and everything, you're just not June.
June promises me what you can't give me:
sleeping in and breakfast at 2.
I love you, May, and I'll miss you. But my future's too bright to stay with you for much longer.
Count that as you end-and-start of month post, won't you lovelies? Thanks. :)
Now, let's get down to business to defeat the huns. In June, I'll be leaving y'all for a short time. I'll be back though, I promise. But does anybody want to guest post while I'm gone? Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org if you're interested.