Can I tell you, I've written this post three different times.
You're looking at attempt number four.
And if you are actually looking at it that means I GOT ONE THAT WORKS! Finally....
I've been trying to tell you how much I love, love, love fall but every time I get going I'm all "let's talk about every single detail of why marching band is just the absolute funnest thing in the whole entire world!!"
Because that's what goes on now through October. For four years band was my life and my life was cool.
And then I scratch that post because you're not here for the Life & Times of a High School Trombonist. So I start over. But then I'm goofy over Purdue football.
Ok, so what if you almost dated Drew Brees's cousin.
You're impressed. Right? Is that what I'm sensing here?
(But srsly, there's nothing better than Big 10 football. Look it up, I'm pretty sure it's a proven fact.)
But then I'm like, "really, did you really just go there?"
And then I go, "well yeah, it's probably my only claim to fame. Ever."
So I say, "what about that time you literally ran into Lucy Lui in NYC?"
And I'm like, "ok, but that was different. I didn't want her signing my umbrella and she was pissy."
And then I go, "fair enough."
People. Friends. You, sitting there still trying to decide why you came here in the first place. I'm getting all carried away with myself because there is just too much to say why I love this season that is only 22 days away!
So I'm pretty much not going to say any of it.
I'm kinda doing you a favor anyway. My love of apple cider vs. its reign of terror inside my upper GI is probably not going to put this post at the top of your "Faves" list.
What is going to put it at the top of your faves, you ask?
Well, hello little darlins'.
Fall is when those pesky squirrels start stockpiling acorns. They take the good nut-parts, stuff 'em in their squirrelly little cheeks, and chuck the leftovers, the acorn hats if you will, at my head, the hood of my car, and dirty pigeons.
Their loss = my gain.
But I exaggerate. I really do like squirrels.
And for the record I do not condone the throwing of acorn waste, rocks, yorkies, etc. at dirty pigeons.
They can't help it that they were made to have such a high tolerance for dirt and rabies and stuff.
How environmentally forward am I? Pssshaw.
You can leave them alone, scattered on a table. Or pair them with a mixture of dried fall leaves and berries and stuff. Or you can decide Stacie has zero interior decorating skills and do something that is "in" right now.
But for now we wait.
We wait for those danged little squirrels to get hungry and then pesky.
We wait for the leaves to change and for the sounds of baritones and tubas in the morning.
At least there's still time while we wait to enjoy that last few perks of summer.
With that said, will you please excuse me. I believe there is something that needs to be grilled.