She's the only one who knows what it is to burn

Isn't Memorial Day the start of the lake season?

It's the time when Americans flock to the water to partake in all things burnt. Burnt meat on the grill. Burnt out commoners breaking from work. Burnt skin.

That'll be harder to accomplish this year when it's 65 degrees in the middle of the afternoon. Not impossible. But more difficult to be sure.

Although as someone who prefers cold weather over hot, I guess it's not the worst case scenario. And being thrown across my yard by a tornado could prove just as exhilirating as waterskiing.