Saturday, September 7, 2013
Summertime and the Livin's Easy
My knuckles are officially white and tired.
I never go down fighting because I know what's coming. (shiver)
All you fall ladies? I'm sorry. I just don't get you.
Don't hate me.
Fall has its charms, like pumpkin cupcakes and roast chicken and knee socks.
But it mostly means that summer has left us.
It means that winter is pushing towards us.
Doesn't that make you want to snot-cry?
Or maybe you live in one of the states where the temp only fluctuates 20 or 30 degrees all year.
(Can I take your guest room? The couch? I travel with 5 additional people. Will this be a problem?)
You're so money and you don't even know it.
I shall honor you today with strawberry cake, fresh salsa, and a reading bender in a hammock.
I'll be right here, fighting for you.
I'll continue to be your biggest advocate and your best friend.
Incidentally, I'm also BFFs with salsa, cereal, and various neglected and under-appreciated foods such as brussels sprouts, canned tuna, and red beets.
Does this pose a problem?
Don't answer that, Summer.
Forget I even mentioned it.
Just put it out of your mind.
I want to hop in that truck and kick it late-summer harvest-style.
Get your copy of Beki's farmy love right here.