I hate Spring. I hate Summer. I hate leaves and flowers and insects. I hate the bright sunny days that last for too long. I hate the heat and the pollen that make my nose feel all wrong. I hate summer vacations, and the noise the kids make. I hate the parties and music that make my head ache. I hate June, July, August, and September. Of the heat-hating club, I am the founding member. I hate sneezing and head pains and grasping for tissues. I hate heat waves, infestations, and other such issues. It all makes me grumpy, it makes me feel old, and truth be told, I like it best when it's cold.