Finally the cruelest month is finally over—September. Yes, I know that March is supposedly the cruelest month, but not around here. March is one of the best months where I live, but September is the worst month. It starts out hot and humid and it ends hot, dry, and windy.
I have no money in September, because even though I’ve been working since late August, I don’t get paid until September 30; it is one of the joys of working for the gov.
Football season starts in September—need I say more?
The only good thing about September, besides it finally being over, is my wedding anniversary, which we missed this year because my husband was out of town.
No, September is definitely the cruelest month.
Besides, it can’t be March; my birthday is in March.