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the next six

It's almost comical how unreliable I am. Or perhaps it's gone way past that and on to the completely  other side, I have become reliably unreliable. Either way, my apologies. But it is still fall and I'm gonna do this dammit! So here are the next six:

4. BOOT SOCKS! I channeled fall through fashion today - a cream colored sweater, navy leggings, and brown boots (AND BOOT SOCKS!).  

5. Fall cleaning! Definitely not one of my favorite things in the moment, but there's no better way to usher in a new season than by ushering out all the crap you've accumulated since the beginning of the last one. This was, of course, followed by a brower with a fall seasonal (because you have to get clean after you clean, and beer makes any shower better).

6. On Saturday, Mindy and I drove down to Fisher. It was hard not to notice fall, as it's hanging out all along Highway 57 South. Also, I bought Count Chocula and a black cat walked in front of us on our way home.
7. the. most. amazing. pumpkin beer.

Move over Budweiser, there's a new king in town.

8. Yesterday was all about the fall food - homemade squash soup, a honeycrisp apple, and a caramel apple spice Blue Moon. Also, I bought my first Halloween decorations. (Anyone else feel like Halloween decorations always seem simultaneously late and early?)

9. And today. Tuesday's are my heavy class days, which leaves little time for fun, fall excursions but provides the perfect opportunity to come home to hot tea (chai!), a Halloween episode of Quantum Leap, a cuddly dog, and Brach's mellowcreme pumpkins. I don't actually like these, but Mrs. May - my 5th grade math teacher - gave these out during Halloween to students who went up to the board to correctly answer questions. I never got to taste one in 5th grade (I wasn't very good at math), but have spent every fall since reminded of the artificially sweet taste of failure.


If you eat 3 mellowcreme pumpkins a day for 10 years,
how much money will you spend on dental work?

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  1. Love it! Wish I could have been there to watch the Halloween Quantum Leap! :)

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