My son looked out the window just now and said, “I’m so depressed!”
He has a good reason.
It is the last day of school. A half day. First day of summer. . . . and it’s raining.
The big plan was to get everyone out to the playground near us that is made entirely of old tires. It’s a pretty cool place. The girl scout troop and other friends were all coming and now?
Guess, what? They are coming to MY HOUSE instead.
and now, the boy says, “What a rip off!”
. . . out of the mouths’ of babes.
Garinè THE Writer 
Would be happy to trade weather.