tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11513909.post5919925444162501592..comments2023-10-11T04:25:44.384-06:00Comments on Bigelow's Rameumptom: Why Summer Is My Least-Favorite SeasonChristopher Bigelowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417741940958662788noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11513909.post-13293005656743542252008-06-06T12:16:00.000-06:002008-06-06T12:16:00.000-06:00The one thing that trumps all the gripes, that mak...The one thing that trumps all the gripes, that makes summer my favorite time of the year is, going up Big Cottonwood Canyon and basking in my own personal heaven.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11513909.post-59481756801713353502008-06-05T17:09:00.000-06:002008-06-05T17:09:00.000-06:00Honey, I weeded all the flower beds in the front y...Honey, I weeded all the flower beds in the front yard and I wiped the watermelon juice and cantaloupe juice and apple juice and pineapple juice off the floor. Just don't look in the back yard.<BR/>Love you!Albhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01115841006537464394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11513909.post-19965940972086291792008-06-04T14:10:00.000-06:002008-06-04T14:10:00.000-06:00Wow. I'm the opposite, though I'm with you on...no...Wow. I'm the opposite, though I'm with you on...no wait. I agree with absolutely nothing you wrote. It feels good to get dirt under your nails and put some sweat into the yard...it's nice and warm...there's more stuff to do during the day..<BR/><BR/>You need to move to Alaska.Montgomery Qhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13054162384719367377noreply@blogger.com