Oh baby, it's that time - pumpkin spice lattes, scarves, and bonfire, fall weather. Except Marion, can we talk please? You are, in fact, not the city of London, and I can't have a bonfire due to the never-ending vegetable section mist at the grocery store, constant wetness thing you're doing. It's fall, which means it should be dry or thunderstorms, no in between. Seriously, how could you be so selfish? The crops need to dry up so the farmers can harvest so they can make money to feed their families by selling food for the animals to eat.
The only good thing about this weather is I can curl up with this latte at Starbucks and play on the internet. Okay, I guess I'll live until the rain goes away.
Happy Friday, friends.