Indian Summer.

The weather is a little confused.

I’m not really complaining, though it is hindering my plans to blast Christmas music all day long. And I’d like it to be a little cooler.

Don’t guzzle the Haterade. I like the cool weather. I love to hear the crunch of leaves beneath my shoes and feel the crisp air on my face.

Okay, maybe I am complaining.

And I’m sure you can imagine how I feel about raking leaves. The leaves can just stay here all year. I don’t mind.

I once dared Mr. How Sweet to taste one of these berries. Just call me Eve.

Now it’s time to go back to my day of productivity, which has only included singing N*SYNC’s entire Home for Christmas, otherwise know as the best holiday album ever, at the top of my lungs. I have such eclectic taste.