Happy Fall, everyone! I'm always glad to bid summer farewell with the passing of Labor Day Weekend. It symbolizes the return of structure and the natural rhythm that makes me feel like I can finally breathe again. Even if it is 96 degrees outside.
We celebrated the day by going bowling, and Jeremy pulled a muscle in his ass. My poor boyfriend, once a celebrated participant of local bowling team The Beerzebubbas, must have been somewhat out of practice because he spent the evening hobbling around the house when he wasn't face down on the couch with his pants around his ankles, me massaging Ben Gay into his poor, sprained heiner. Still, I certainly can imagine worse ways to spend an evening than giving your boyfriend a butt massage while watching "Hoarders" on the DVR and eating butter toffee cashews. My life really isn't bad, all things considered.
Another good thing about Labor Day being over? The Wal Mart is lightning-fast in putting out its seasonal decor. I'm loving it. I was just there on Sunday and they were still selling kiddie pools and slip n slides. Now it's suddenly skeletons and black cats and mulled cider kits and candles smelling like spiced pumpkin. And I'm loooooving it.
It's gonna be a little strange though; this will be the first autumn ever where I haven't made a ritual out of putting away the sundresses and hauling the scratchy sweaters out of storage. And I'm a little anxious about seeing Al Roker standing in leafy Central Park in a little parka, describing the temps in NYC as 'seasonably cool' before switching to my local weather (humid and warm and on hurricane watch through Thanksgiving).
But I am embracing the change.
Why the hell not?
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Jeremy strained his ass. I'm thinking that is not the image he wants you to portray to all of the blogging world. AWESOME!!
ReplyDeletehe gave me permission to tell you all. Because a good story just begs to be told. It needs to be. And he, my loyal partner in truth, knows this.
ReplyDeleteLol, maybe he should consider stretching before bowling! I remember doing that once and it was so painful! How do you think your little one will feel not seeing snow anymore? Or are you guys like me, who could never see snow again and be perfectly ok with it?
ReplyDeleteYou know, with all the shit I give him, if he's ok to let the world know he sprained his ass, well, he's all right after all.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE sundresses all year round! I feel so girly and wonderful in them :) It's one thing actually cool about living where it's always hot as hell out. MMMmmmmm and YAY for Halloween! My favorite holiday, the best !
ReplyDeleteTara, I could have sworn I responded to this comment yesterday, writing in large letters, FUCK SNOW. Weird that it's not showing up, but fuck snow! I am PSYCHED to wear nothing but a sweater and clogs on Christmas day!!!
ReplyDeleteScoot, He's pretty ok.
Gringa, what's Halloween like in Mexico??? Love your blog, btw...
Sounds like life is pretty good, Krissyface. Pretty, pretty, pretty good.
ReplyDeleteAnd as a native of freakin' icicles-in-your-nose upstate New York, I'll say it, too: FUCK SNOW!
I heard Jeremy was saying he had a pain in the ass but I thought.... OK so it's not you.
ReplyDeleteGetting GayBen rubbed on a sprained/strained glute is not my idea of foreplay.
With ya on the snow. Been in the Southeast for 7 years now and will never move back to the Midwest.