There really are very few things about the summer I don't like. I love summer. I love how the sun doesn't go down until after 9:00 so the days feel like they last forever. I love watching movies outside in my backyard, which unfortunately we really didn't do a whole lot this year, and I love being able to wear shorts and t-shirts and not have to wear a sweatshirt and pants or... ugh... a coat.

One of the only things I hate about summer is all the bikers along Wasatch Boulevard. They drive me absolutely crazy. Some of them, I swear, are totally oblivious to the hundreds of cars that pass them. I have seen bikers swerve across lanes of traffic and run red lights and it seems like they always ride so close me and the other cars. I am more worried about them hitting me than me hitting them. Well, one good thing about winter is that snow means no more bikers. Thank goodness!