August has an unfair reputation as tedious, a month with no holidays or excitement. Excuse me? Did anyone bother to check the calendar or google or look out a window?
August is effing glorious and jam-packed with events. My birthday, for one, is celebrated in August, which makes me a Leo. So don’t argue. Besides it’s summertime, that alone should be enough to earn it a little respect. Those long, lazy afternoons spent cavorting and basking at the pool are numbered, I’m afraid. Pools will close on Labor Day — marking the unofficial end to summer.
And while I’m on the subject why is that not a day of mourning? Labor Day is the saddest, most wretched observance on the entire calendar. Just the thought brings tears to m — no, forget it. I won’t go there. I’ll provide a list of delightful August activities, instead. It’s woefully incomplete and heavily biased toward my personal tastes, but it will prove beyond a shadow of a doubt this is truly a wondrous, fleeting, humdinger of a month.
Yep, you’re welcome.
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