You know what?
I'm not entirely ready for fall. Sure, my new, pink cowboy boots arrived and I'm head-over-heels in love with them - but I can't wear them just yet, as I'd surely melt. Yes, I love sporting great outerwear, and tire of having my makeup melt off in one hundred percent humidity. Fall means less frizz for my very long hair, my birthday, fairs (and fair food!), and the Great Chocolate (the month of October). Less sweat and changing leaves are good things.
But what about the thunderstorms? There won't be as many of those. And there won't be hummingbirds watching Totsi the Dog while she watches them (need a video of this). And the glut of peaches will be over. This, of course, means I won't be as likely to wind up sick - I do love peaches. But that doesn't mean I like waiting a whole year for them to come back. And what of the tomatoes? Think of the tomatoes! And the zucchini that you just KNOW you're not really that sick of. Yet.
And then I think of the boots. All of my cute boots, actually, and my jackets. And great hair.
So what am I saying? I think I've realized that the only reason I'm looking forward to fall is pure, unadulterated vanity.
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