lusting after fall

the leaves are just starting to scatter through the doorways.  the sky is blue (or grey) and the air is crisp.  i can legit walk around the house wrapped in a blanket and not look like an out-of-season fool.  

i am officially lusting after fall.

it's fireplace weather.  it's cuddle-on-the couch to stay warm weather.  it's the season of pants, comfy sweaters, and scarves.  it's an excuse to layer on all of my favorite items because i effing can.  

it's red wine weather.  it's soup weather.  it's don't-have-to-shave-your-legs as often weather (unless you want to get laid).

i can put silly coats and sweaters on my pup.  i can put silly coats and sweaters on my boyfriend.  i can put silly seasonal ornaments all over my damn house.  baby, it's the season.

this is the time of year that pulls me through.  the looming holidays and vacation time.  the easy excuses for parties and gifts.  my excitement starts on january 2, but it really ignites as soon as fall comes.

bring on the seasonal brews.  toss me a throw blanket.  let's curl up and get tipsy.

it's huddle time.  it's cuddle time.  it's less-pressure-to-be-productive time.  aaah...

i think my sex drive goes up when the temperature goes down.  my anxiety decreases and my excitement increases.  my bank account dwindles and my gift-giving accelerates.  

i'm a happy girl.