This is the extra-frustrating time of year in the south, when Thanksgiving is literally right around the corner {can you believe it?!} and you’re dreaming of pumpkin lattes, and boots with knee socks, and plush knitted scarves… and it’s 80 degrees outside. The time of year when you sulk in your closet and begrudgingly pick the open-toed sandals over the new cognac boots your husband bought you for your birthday, and throw on a linen scarf because —dammit! — it’s fall. Then, throughout the balmy day, you listen to your staff’s teeth chatter because you cranked the A/C down low so you wouldn’t have to sweat it out in your completely inappropriate seasonal layers, and you nearly have a heat stroke every time you make a trip to the dumpster or help a customer to their car. They say a “cold front” is coming this Thursday, which means it may get down to 70.
I’m sure some of you are freezing your backsides off in other areas of the world, and would love to trade places. To which I say, if you’d like to swap homes for a couple of weeks a la’ Cameron and Kate in The Holiday, I’m in.
Please, Mother Nature, just don’t make me wear shorts and flip flops to Thanksgiving dinner.
What do you think?