Summ’a Girl

(to listen to while readin': sexiest summ'a song eeeeeeva!)

Deb: I have four distinct personalities and I wear them in equal parts every year. Right now, I am a summ’a. I’m just all summ’a, with my summ’a clothes and my summ’a tan and my summ’a attitude and my summery sum sum summ’a ways.

I am spending time in the sum sum summery sun and gettin’ all back yard basky and feelin’ like I can’t do anything but be a summ’a girl!

Yeaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh summa girl. You know the one I mean. The girl that’s sittin’ in the summ’a sun with sum summa readin’ and not carin’ if the counters are wiped o’ the dishes are dun.

GONE FISHIN’

Too hot, you say? Not for summ’a girl. She just slides into the pool. Or rather slides onto a plastic chair that floats on the pool. Cause she doesn’t have to actually swim. Can’t make her. She’s summ’a girl.

Streets are steamin’ and summ’a girl’s just takin’ it slow. She’s eatin’ summer salads, bbq chicken and corn, local berries and tall cool drinks.

The summa brings out the sexy in the summ’a girl. She’s walkin’ barefoot and smellin’ the crayon coloured flowers. 

Summ’a girl is 17 when she looks in the mirror. On her next birthday that is!

She paints her toenails with summery colours with names like “Sandy bitch” and “Sunny bunny” and “Shorts Story”. Summer, doncha know. Gotst to do it. She’s summerlicious.

Mornin’ tea on the deck?  OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH summa girl, where ya been all my life?

But summ’a girl can’t answer any questions right now cause she’s too busy just doin’ some summ’a sittin’. Sometimes summ’a girl falls asleep in her “Gravity” lawn chair. Then she wakes up and just gets real busy sittin’.

She tried on Tuesday to think a complex thought. She couldn’t ... Summ’a!

So, come on, join in the summ’a fun! But like, don’t talk to summer girl! She’s “outta the office!”

Have your own summa fun and summa girl will talk to you ... in the fall.

Barbara: Deb, that is so summa-licious I want to play along, like tag and Manhunt on a hot summa day/night, but summa brain has me all, I don’t give an f about bein’ all cool and wit it like Deb. I’m just gonna rock my rum and coke on the deck while P smokes his stogie and Dad and Sis pull out the deck o cards and I’ma gonna chiiiiiiilllllllll. S’at what you mean, girlfriend?