The Happy Homemaker

Remember when you were a child you would have arguments on the best time of the year and you would defend your birth month. I remember my cousins and I would fight about that. Adam had Halloween to brag about. Take that! I get candy! Then someone born in February would brag about Valentine’s Day (how gay!) and that you could get out of school for President’s Day. My weirdo cousin would brag about March, how he was born in the best time of the year. I don’t know how he won that argument. I think he would just say, “that’s because I was born in March!” Whatever! Then he would argue that 1973 was the best year because that is when we left Vietnam or something. (WEIRD????) Yeah I am talking about Jimmy Jr. How did Irby brag about June? Flag Day? I can’t remember, I think he said June was cool because that is when school gets out.

I never won those arguments because August plain sucks. It is the hottest time of the year. You can’t get out of school because in my day you didn’t go to school in August. There are no cool holidays. The birthstone is ugly. The only thing is that Christopher Columbus left Europe in August, big freaking deal. I used to try to defend my birth month. You can go on vacation in August, right?? I never won out. It also was terrible because I never got to celebrate my birthday at school. It is too hot to have a cool party. I just hated having my birthday in August. Why wasn’t I born just a few days earlier? Then I could have had the Fourth of July to brag about!

Oh, well. Children argue over the silliest things! I now no longer care about defending my birth month. The greatest thing about August is that summer is almost over and I can look forward to autumn! The other is that school starts!! Yeah!