If you have an air-conditioned house.
There's the time-off for those of us in a school-year template profession. There are thunderstorms. There are abundant garden delights. There's lemonade (okay, you can make it year-round but admit it, it just doesn't taste the same in January). There's the smell of fresh-cut grass (not as often as there should be... *hint hint*). There's the sound of kids screaming and laughing as they run through sprinklers.
And there are these:




I love my life.
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