Sunday morning I awoke to the smell of bacon. Just like every Sunday.
Ughh. I know I’m a wendy whiner, but I loathe the smell of bacon in the house.
I did however feel a nip in the air and that curbed my whininess for a moment.
Me: “Coach, is it nippy outside? Has FALL arrived?”
Coach: “well, it’s so hot out that I fell over. Is that what you were wondering?”
I suppose the nip I felt was the a/c running to keep us at 73*.
Fall isn’t here yet.
Not even close.
But, I’m moving forward in a positive mode….my fall seeds have been started.
Now, I command thee to grow!
I also command thee weather to cool off….but if I hear of a freeze coming, I’ll commit harry Carey!
Did I say Harry Carey? I mean Hari-Kari!
See, I just want it to be perfect.
Is that too much to ask?
I think NOT!