So the end of the summer has officially come and gone. While I would like nothing more than to swing on the porch swing with that good ol’ Country Time Lemonade, thumb through a junk mag like US Weekly or InTouch and swat away mosquitos, that time has passed.

Still, I’m not going to be crying into my back-to-school circular for too long, though. Two words for you — Prison Break. Translation? Wentworth Miller. Woo! Woo! Woo!