Fall is FINALLY fallin’. I saw a pile of leaves on fire yesterday. Nothin’ says fall quite like neighborhood yard fires. I prefer a campfire and an endless supply of s’mores, but I guess a burning pile of red, orange, and yellow leaves will suffice.
I am not an ‘Everything Pumpkin’ gal, but I can conjure up a few good reasons to love the crispy-air months that follow the extra-large heated, weighted blanket atmosphere of summer.
Heat is stressful, man! Murder rates pair nicely with heat waves and I’m not having it (the murder OR the heat waves). Then fall comes along and douses those red-hot tempers with a little pumpkin spice. Nothing calms an irate, roasting human like a southern gal with a pumpkin-spiced latte exclaiming, “It’s Fall, Y’all!”
TGIF.
A Little MS with a Little MSW 
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