The calendar says June and for the most part the signs are all here: I've cracked out my air conditioner, I've witnessed the crowning of this year's Stanley Cup Champion, and I just completed the half marathon I run annually on Father's Day. But there is one thing that is missing this year from my routine of the previous few summers.
Well this is the first blockbuster of the summer you can skip.
First came a clown fish without a sense of humour searching for his lost son. Second, a trash compactor with a personality looking for love.