Friday, October 3, 2008
Bye-bye blue cheese odor and sweat rings- see you next year.
At long last, you finally get a break from my incessant bitching about summer, sweaty underboobs and humidity so high that the cats started to mildew.
Finally it is sweet, glorious, chilly, wonderful fall. Hello, sweaters. Hello, jackets. Oh how I've missed you- let's play dress-up later, o.k?
Instead of sitting here in the house typing away about underpants, Doritos, and feet, I'm going to shove my hooves in some walkin' shoes, put on a clean pair of unders and go out and enjoy the day. Maybe I'll even pick up a bag of Doritos to crunch, crunch, crunch whilst I crunch, crunch, crunch the leaves beneath my tootsies.
You should do the same.
Yeah- you. I see you there- watching Oprah, eating m&m's and scratching your bum. Stop it- no one's butt itches THAT much. I know it's fun to scratch. Still- stop it, you're grossing me out.
Get up, get out, enjoy the day and say "hi" to strangers along the way (except that hobo by the tracks- don't talk to him. Talking only encourages him to show you "Mr. one-eyed wiggly", and trust me when I say you don't want to see that).
Trouble and Pooter heartily agree. Get out of the damn house, will ya?
Happy Friday, my orange and red maple and chocolate-dipped crunchy leaves. Happy Friday.