It’s cute that all over the country people are donning their plaid and “enjoying the weather before winter comes,” but…
1. If I hear one more person that lives anywhere near my zip code say anything along the lines of, “Fall is here!” or “I’m so excited it feels like fall outside!” I may lose it.
This does not a fall day make. We should probably move. Again.
2. But it’s not all sour grapes over here. Last Saturday was particularly gorgeous (but still, it was like a spring day, not a fall day). We made a little trek to what was advertised as a big festival-type event, but the ad way overpromised. Our first clue that the content was copy/pasted from a previous event should have been the part that mentioned meeting Santa Claus.
There wasn’t much going on, so we quickly hit the hot spots (free teddy bear that Addie is still carrying around), picked up lunch and drove to a nearby park.
3. Since I somehow missed that genetic mutation for white girls making them obsessed with pumpkin, I actually don’t like it. However, I’m not above the magnetic draw of a Starbucks seasonal flavor. I want a toasted graham latte every single day until March.
4. We hit up the farm this week with some friends. I assumed that because the horses were all out in the open, completely accessible with no signage beyond “Hi, I’m Mabel,” that they were safe to pet or, I don’t know, stand next to. And then this beast tried to nip the fingers off my kid.
Okay, truthfully I know nothing about horses; maybe it was trying to sniff her or whisper something to her? But I do know that it sort of sputtered, jerked its head toward her and I saw teeth. Thank you, Thunder, for the lifelong equine phobia my daughter has to look forward to.
But these two were the sweetest together, so there’s that. It’s really insane that in a few months, they will be the same age as my friend and I were when we met.
5. I may sound like a bitter autumn scrooge, but look at me being festive.
This weekend’s to-do? BEAT MIAMI.