The Boys of Summer

In SoCal, Summer begins about a minute after you change the clocks for daylight savings. Boys from all corners of the universe seem to converge upon my sidewalks: skateboarding down the boardwalk, carrying a surfboard towards the beach, grabbing coffee, walkin' the dog, you name it. It's the Real-World version of Baywatch or a Mentos commercial.

So, fantastic news for my dehydrated hormones. Tragic, untimely news for those shuddering thighs and grandma arms I discovered in my bed this morning. But I will do what my esteemed governor says: Put dowwn Twinkie, fattie gurl. Pick up Man.