Summertime

... and the livin is easy.
It's not fully summertime, since I can still touch the metal part of my seatbelt when I get into my car in the afternoon- but it's getting there. I can smell a little bit of grass in the air, and my summer skirts feel good on freshly shaved legs without any leggings. (By the way, I need brown leggings- anyone know of good ones that don't feel like nylons?) My honey and I walked back to our car last night after seeing Michael Buble (we know the band, no big deal) and the summer breeze was grazing our skin like a caress.

I love summer for so many reasons, but here are the top 6:

6. I get tan. I look skinnier and glowier with a tan.
5. My birthday!
4. Walking feels way better at night.
3. Sweet summer nights smell like Patsy Cline songs and watermelon.
2. Sleeping with chonies and a wifebeater on.
1. Otter Pops.

Here's a jazz/summertime joke for you:
How many female jazz singers does it take to sing "Summertime"?
... apparently all of them.

:)