My Favorite Part of Summer (What's Yours?)

Spring sprang early up here in Maine this year, which means I'm already dreading summer. I know for many of you, summer is a happy time. Lazy days and sunshine and all that rot. Not for me. Summer means hot, and hot means an unhappy Bryce. Plus, there's bugs, and bugs mean an unhappy Bryce, too. It's a recipe for disaster, and I have to mow my lawn twice a week on top of that. Remind me why I'm supposed to like summer?

Ah yes.

The movies. :-)

Summer means blockbusters, jaw droppingly awesome eff...