Wow, by the way I put that exclamation point there, you’d think I was excited about it or something. As if it meant I was getting some kind of summer vacation.
Yes, well, I’m not. Summer break for me means little more than I’ll find myself wondering why there are children still underfoot past the usual bedtimes. Because, see, they’re allowed to stay up a wee bit later in the summer, so long as they’re behaving.
As much as I like to complain, though, summer is even harder for the Puddinette, who now gets to entertain four children seven days a week. Children, by the way, who will almost certainly spend the entirety of their summer vacation theoretically “bored.” Oh sure, they’ll have some fun for a while. But, you know, that’s gonna last about an hour and a half. The “bored” section of our programming will set in quickly after that. In fact, I’m guessing it hit roughly 10:30 this morning.
But, you know, I think I wrote all I needed to say about the end of the school year and the start of summer in this post, roughly a year ago. You should go read that. Why? Because it includes fancy, awful images drawn by yours truly, such as the one below. Enjoy!
Welcome to summer break, I hope we all survive it!
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