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Happy Autumn

It's September 1st. And cold. And already my skin is drying up, and I am craving diet coke and Reese's PB Cups.

That was a short lived summer. I am still holding out for a few more warm days before my seasonal retarded disorder is in full effect. But so far today, I didn't put makeup on, I am dressed in mom sweats, and I didn't leave the house. (Well, except for when I went to pick up Charlie from Grant & Kelly's house.)

There are a lot of things that I like about fall, though. Like cozy Saturday mornings in bed. Pumpkins and pie. Eating anything with cream cheese. Jeans, sweaters, and cute boots, too. Crisp, beautiful days. Leaves changing color. College football. New episodes of my favorite shows. And creamy, potato soup. Because like I've said before, nothing beats an Autumn day in Utah.

Does fall remind anyone else of Who's The Boss?

Anyway, even though it's not officially here until September 22nd, 2008, I just wanted to give a cool 62 degree welcome to fall, today.

May you bring with you some beautiful days and wonderful memories. (And Jonathan Canlas photos. Thanks Kel for the heads up!)

Comments

Julie Huish said…
Thanks for the tip Mandee but I still can't get it to work. I must be doing something wrong. Anyways- I have been meaning to tell you that I love your blog! I didn't know anything about the whole blogging world until Stephanie was talking about it at swimming lessons one day. Ever since then, I've been hooked- reading everyone else's. And yours is one of my faves!
meg said…
Oh, I LOVE autumn, too. My favorite by far--and for all the same reasons! And I'm going to get rid of my Navbar right now {we are SO like-minded, that thing has bugged me forever!}.
rabidrunner said…
Do you have a good potato soup reciprocity? I'd love to have it if you share.

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