Dear Fall, Please Commit.

Last week it was perfect fall weather. My very favourite kind of weather. A little chilly, but not cold. Not-quite-but-almost-coat weather. We took the air conditioner out of the window and I was loving drinking tea in the evenings and wearing sweaters and big socks (so white, I know) and...I'm still there. and it's 30 degrees out.

I would like some commitment fall. I was committed to you. Still am and I'm boiling over here. Actually to be honest I do love the warm weather and the reason I am hot is because I have to wear pants because I mentally threw out my razor at the first leaf crunch.... so it's my own fault.

I guess... basically I need fall to commit so I can commit to not shaving my legs. (Sorry Matt)

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