There are curled, dried up maple leaves on my driveway this morning and I can hardly smell sunscreen on my kids anymore. There's been no sticky burnt marshmallow crust in my hair for almost a week and every store I go to has aisles full of sullen children crying over pencil crayon displays. Summer's all but done, and come this time just a few days from now, it'll all be a frozen margarita-soaked memory. So, buh-bye Summer 2014! We had a decent run, but the fun's gotta stop sometime, and that …
