It's that time of year again, when the leaves are changing and the smell of fall is in the air. It's all about bonfires, and chili, and bundling up in wooly sweaters. Granted, in my neck of the woods, it still smells a little like summer and feels like it too. I am ready and waiting to kick my fall wardrobe into high gear and have yet to see consecutive days that are cooler. The days that I wear my boots, my legs end up sweating and all I can think about is when I can finally take them off. When I eat chili, the temperature in my house (body) sky rockets up to 110 and I end up wearing shorts for the rest of the evening to cool my body temperature down.
AND with Halloween quickly approaching, I am less concerned about being cold in my skimpy sexy indian costume (that's right, I'm bringin' sexy back, gone are the days of being a hippie in baggy clothes) and more about whether the boot spats are going to create under the knee sweat. (Oh please Jesus don't let THAT happen).
Please fall, will you get here soon?
