Rejoice! The Grand Poobah has arrived in the shape of melting ice cubes and curvy women wearing sundresses. Rejoice! For the sunburns will soon be peeling off of your tomato red faces, and the beach will smell like sea salt and sunscreen. Rejoice! The oceans are about to boil and your mom will bring out her floppy hat to wear when she tans while your dad drinks beer by the water. Rejoice! The sun has finally reared its ugly head to bathe us in vitamin burn your skin off. Rejoice! The summer is here and Alaskans are taking off their coats. Old men walk around Miami in their speedos. Rejoice! Mississippi is practically an out door steam room. Bugs will hurl themselves against college kids car windshields while they drive to Key West or California or wherever has a line of beach and water which may or may not be rampant with kid pee. Rejoice! For Chick-fil-A now has peach milkshakes, and your jeans are going to stick to your legs like someone just poured out a water bottle into your lap. So rejoice!