July is summer.

July is everything February could never be.

February sucks, it doesn’t even try.

I want to be in the daylight every second of every July day.

Nothing is better than being on my bike on a 95-degree day. That feeling of being slow roasted. I absorb every fricken degree and store it. I swear that’s the only way I survive 20 below.

95 is awesome, 20 below is just plain stupid.

I get stressed being inside in July,  like I’m wasting the summer.

I never wear pants in July. I hate pants.

I get strangely sad when July ends. August is great but it’s not July.

Late July is the time when friends start telling me how many weeks until winter… It is when people start talking about how much they “can’t wait” for the cool of autumn.

Bite me.

Late July people start using the “S” word around me and I want to cover my ears and sing really loud. It snows something like 14 months a year, can’t I just have July without mentioning that frozen, slushy crap?

Still, 4 days to go. That’s a lot, right?