I love the seasons. Rarely do I say out loud that I'm tired of summer, I keep that little secret to myself. I'm tired of working on 2200 square feet of landscaping that was overlooked by Mr. Right for 10 years (sorry dude). I'm tired of that guilty feeling that comes over me when it is 80 and sunny but I just want to relax inside. I love the beach, but come on already.
I'm sick, I know.
So last weekend, if you took a look at the path of Ike, did you notice? How does this EVER happen? I will recap for you. This hurricane came ashore via the Galveston and Houston area, took a sharp right turn past Dallas, made its way north and east to Michigan.
This confirms it. I need to start praying because somebody is listening to me.
Two straight weekend days, in my jammies, alone with Mr. Right, playing with MY NEW KINDLE (read: electronic reader, not: vibrating toy).
It poured all day both days. It rained so much it wasn't even safe to drive. Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting cooler... I'm ready for my carmel apple now.