A Painful Goodbye To The Summer...
As we near the end of August, a tear falls from my eye as I think about the beach days dwindling down, hurricanes with ridiculous names (like, Eartha) brewing along the coasts, the leaves drying up, eventually falling to the ground, and the thermometer dropping to cruel and unfair temperatures.
I bid farewell to my fantasy baseball season and the atrocity of my fantasy team. Thank you for under performing all season long and causing me restless days and sleepless nights. I promise to draft less "all-star caliber players" next season. And lastly, goodbye to my baby, a.k.a. my book, Can I Be Ernest? which was officially introduced to the world on 8/28. My little pride & joy is off on his own, entering the homes of complete strangers where he must adapt to other human beings. I coddled him for as long as I could, but as with most parents, you tend to get sick of your child living with you after a while. Time to move out, bud...
Autumn will be here in due time, but for now, I am hoping to get one last beach day - as we prepare for football, the smell of fire wood and hoodie weather. Adios!