A photo of Kristen in her office being interupted at work by her sister, Cathy.
I woke up this morning compelled to make this public proclamation.
October is my favorite month of the year.
I will lay forth my reasoning in an effort to pre-empt the hysteria that will likely ensue in the comments section of this blog.
October is neither too hot or too cold. This means people cover up enough of their bodies with clothing so that we don't have to see things we never wanted to see in the first place, but we don't have to bust out heavy duty parkas. I always wanted to use the word parka in one of my blogs.
Like toes, for example. All summer long I am forced to look at peoples toes, and many of you don't really take care of business the way you should. Toe nails shouldn't be too long, people. They also shouldn't be too short or non existent. And I shouldn't know that they are. In October, your toes are covered. Thank you for this, October.
And thighs. And belly buttons. Unless you're, ya know, on TV where you've surgically altered yourself to look outstanding, I prefer not to see it, #TBT.
The leaves are changing, but they haven't completely fallen off the trees. So it's not a mess and it looks really pretty.
October smells good. You can still barbeque and sit out on your porch. You don't sweat to death doing so. Sea Cliff has an amazing mini mart that rocks. Pumpkins. And Halloween.
I blogged. I'm back.
If you can guess what TBT is an acronym for, I'll send you something free from the Antigone Rising online store. Maybe. Depending on how many of you guess right. Good luck.