Summer, How I Loathe Thee. Let Me Count the Ways

There was a time I liked summer. We got along great, mainly because she was all about fun. Freedom from responsibility. No more teachers, no more books and all that rah rah. Then, things started to change. She wanted attention all the time. The relationship became more about work and less about fun. That's when I started noticing winter. How cool she was. Slick. And I began to notice all the flaws of summer that the fun had just been masking:

Bugs
Heat
Humidity
Lawn mowing
Weeding
Sand