I don’t know about you guys, but it’s been REALLY nice over here lately. Nice as in not 185 degrees nice. Nice as in it was storming like heck yesterday but decided to be all nice and breezy today. Nice as in 72 degrees at lunch-time. That kind of nice.
So it’s ALMOST FALL and I’m not sure whether or not to dread it, or what (just to let you guys know, autumn officially starts September 22nd at 4:54 pm. But that’s my time zone…so you’ll have to go online and figure out when it starts for you, because I’m not about to start listing 20 million different time zone’s and whatever. Though that probably would’ve taken about the amount of time it took to type all this). I mean, YAY! AWESOME WEATHER! FINALLY! WOO-HOO! But then, as if the world knows what your thinking, there’s that nagging feeling in the back of your mind…Hey…hey you. Yeah. You. Why’re you so excited summer’s over? WHY? Think of all the good times you had doing nothing…all that school you didn’t have to do. All those days you actually remembered to eat lunch because you had nothing better to do.
Yes, that feeling. Of course, I could just be out of my mind and have totally lost it. But I guess that would be for you all to decide, because I already know I have.