Why is it that at the first sign of fall I'm ready to...
bring out the red wine and cozy by a fire (in my imaginary fireplace because we have gas logs which I loathe. I guess someone thought that carbon dioxide poisoning would be better than having to clean up after a real fire)
make some chili in my crock pot (even though Lantis doesn't eat it)
carve a pumpkin
rake leaves into a big pile and jump into them
buy pretty sweaters and boots
make appointment TV
make smores (even though I don't particularly like smores or marshmellows)
start making my Christmas lists
and most importantly...shake my red and white pom pom and scream ROLL TIDE!!!!!!