I could take the easy route and say that Hurricane Katrina happened in August and yeah, that did suck and so damn you August! But I'm not convinced it's that. The hurricane hit so late in the month that my life didn't really turn to shit until September. And I have no ill feeling about September. If anything, I like September more because it means August is gone. Goodbye August, don't let September hit you in the ass on the way out!
Last August jparks and I moved into our house, and I feel like I should be able to look back on it and remember August of 07 fondly. We bought a house! It's the ultimate adult purchase! It's the foundation I needed to start building my family! And yet, it doesn't make me like August any more than I did previously. In fact, when I look back on August of last year all I can remember is getting really frustrated with various painters and puking while movers slowly packed my apartment into a van. I bet none of that would have happened if I had moved in October. (which is my favorite month. Yay October! I love you like a
The moral of the story is that August just sucks. It sucks for no good reason, other than the fact that some month has to be my least favorite and August won that title. I guess I better starting planning now to not get pregnant in December because dammit, I will not have an August baby. That child would be a cross between Damien, Rosemary's Baby, and The Problem Child and, seeing as how it's going to have some of jparks DNA, my child will not need any extra help being a handful.