Mother Nature. Sometimes I really hate you. You seem to give me my gift at the worst possible moments ever. You worry me so when you don't come for 4 months, but then you come the day of my dance recital. How rude of you. And you don't just bring a small gift. You bring a HUGE ONE, thank you for being the worst possible person ever. However I am thankful for you, but not at a POOL PARTY! Really, do you hate me that much because you are absent 5 months at a time and think I'll give you a warm return if my gift is REALLY BIG.
You ruin my life sometimes. You scare me with your irregularity(NO pregnancy scare people, like something is WRONG scare), but then expect to be welcomed back. No. I will not stand for it any longer. I will not sit in your gift for two hours because I'm afraid to stand up any longer! Please become regular. I'm begging you.
Peace out Girl Scout.