Bah, Humbug

I don't know what all the fuss is over fall.
October greeted us with a 20 degree drop in temperature, and I don't know about you, but I find nothing romantic about walking the dog in a parka.
I literally looked like the bag lady walking around my neighborhood this morning.
I mean green sweatpants, fuzzy crocs and a hooded sweatshirt?
No. Thank you.
I'm just having so much trouble crossing over to the dark side.
I'm not interested in pumpkins, I don't want a spiced latte, and I certainly am nowhere near ready
for long pants and closed toed shoes.

The worst thing about fall is that it leads to winter.
And don't even get me started on winter.
I could love fall if it led to spring.
and I could definitely love fall if it led back to summer.
But winter?
You're the opening act for winter?
Then how can I trust you, knowing full well you'll turn on me?

I just want to know the exact date when I'll walk out the door to frigid temperatures.
I feel like every year it sneaks up on me, and I end up blaming fall for giving up on me so early.
If I could know, for instance, that this year's winter would last from say, December 23rd to January 2nd, then I could really embrace fall and enjoy the change of season.

But until meteorologists actually figure out how to predict the weather,
I'll hold on to my iced tall skinny hazelnut latte for as long as humanly possible.
And then I'll suck it up, throw on my Uggs and plan a warm, weekend getaway and get the heck out of here
get over it.


Katie Engdahl said...

I couldn't have said it better myself darlin'! And, in fact, reading it I even picked up on the very Jess like intonations as if we were in the same room :) xoxox Katie

teacher girl said...

Summer rocks my socks off, too, so I feel your pain. Hope you have a great fall--after all you get to teach--and that's ALWAYS a good thing!!

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