Summer ain’t no time for to-do lists; as the song suggests, it should be easy livin’. But those three glorious (scratch that: hot and humid) months we call summer come and go as quickly as an August thunderstorm. Our deadline- (and booze-) addled minds don’t remember much, but we do know how difficult it can be to wring maximum fun out of the summer. One moment you’re planning a Memorial Day cookout and the next you’re preparing for Buckeye football tailgating.