Dear October,

I'm pretty much done with you. I've got nothing to dress up for on Halloween, so I have no further use of you, October! November is my favorite month anyway. You don't even have the decency to give us the appropriate weather for your place in the year. 
Exhibit A:
Just what is this? There are people boating in tank tops. It's 68 degrees out. And even that feels cold after the 85 degree weather we've been having. You're really screwing with my plans to knit and wear all of the hats I plan on wearing this fall. My scarves are lined up, waiting to be worn. But no, I have to tell them "sorry, my lovelies, October must not love you." And there they sit, weeping quietly. 

I hope you're happy with yourself, October.

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