Holy crap on a stick, I think I'm experiencing a thing I've only ever heard about: the changing of the seasons! I mean, I don't want to jinx anything by getting all excited but OH MY GOD IT'S COOL OUTSIDE AND I CAN'T HELP BUT YELL.
Now that I've got that out of my system, COOL WEATHER I TELL YA, okay now I'm really done, I can only think God will punish for getting excited by sending a very unseasonably warm spell to this area. Please, God don't punish me, I really want to wear my sexy boots. Ohh perhaps I should not mention sexy boots to God. But then again, He must know they are sexy right? God, please don't send me to hell. Wait, I'm sure my Grandmother already made some deal with him to get me out of hell when I first lived in sin with a boy. Yay for MawMaw saving my soul, I'm not going to hell. I can do whatever I want! Hey God, don't make it hot again or else!
Like I was saying before, it's cool here. Cool weather means when I go to stores and see cute fall outfits I won't get mad because sweaters in New Orleans are pointless. Unless you want to sweat away a few pounds, then they are awesome. But sweaters here are good, cute, and functional.
Really I just like fall clothes better because it's easier to hide pockets of fat under a sweater than under a sexy little tank top. And knee high boots are typically more confortable than strappy sandals.
And cool weather also means drinking hot cider. Ohhh, and mulled wine.
Yay for fall!