It arrived at our house precisely two mornings ago.
I walked outside to greet the day, rub the sleep out of my eyes, and pop my back (don't ask), when suddenly. . . Holy crap. It's kind of . . . cold.
HoooooooooRAAAAAAAAYYYYY for Autumn!!!! MY FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR!!! YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAAAAAAY!!!
This is my favorite season. I love it. LOVE IT!!! Love everything about it. I can even tolerate all the Football happenings, because hey--- it means Fall is here!!!
So I have compiled a brief list of what Autumn means for our household.
Here are the items, in no particular order:
ITEM ONE: Take your Pumpkin Spice ELSEWHERE
I'm not sure WHEN, exactly, the pumpkin spice flavor became synonymous with Autumn, but I'll just tell you right now:
I do not care for it.
No, I do not want pumpkin spice in my latte.
I do not want it in my food.
I would not drink it with a bum, I would not drink it in my rum.
I do not want it in the form of a food, a drink, or even a scented candle.
I do not CARE for pumpkin spice, you see.
(Not even in pies. That is how serious I am here. Not EVEN . . . in PIES.)
It is gross.
. . . it's PUMPKIN!!! That's like. . . a GOURD! (I think. Pretty sure. Not willing to bet the farm on it, but still. . . pretty sure.)
In my mind, the flavor "pumpkin" has been placed into the same file as "mango", which is to say: noun, meaning 'bastard fruit'. see also: UnAmerican.
You wanna enjoy your gourd-flavored frappucino while you cozy up in front of a fire while enjoying the toasty warmth of your Uggs? Go right ahead.
Just keep that crap FAR, FAR from me.
. . . It probably would've suffocated under the bright yellow cellophane wrapping, but. . . I WANTED A FREAKING KITTEN.)
(Also? When we were waiting to get the ultrasound? A lady in the waiting room mocked my socks. Like, openly. She was sitting two or three chairs down, nudged her friend, pointed at my socks (POINTED!!!), and made a weird face and giggled. It took me a second to realize that. . . she was mocking me.