Fall Where Art Thou?

With all this talk of pumpkin spice everything, I feel obligated to write a post about Fall. Or, in DFW's case, the lack there-of. Supposedly the official "beginning of Autumn" starts this Sunday. To this I roll my eyes and call BS, because according to weather.com the Texans in our fair city can expect a high of 97. 

Beginning of Fall my ass.

Things work a little differently here in the Lone Star State. Our Summers are brutal, our Falls and Springs are fleeting, and our winters are freezing, nasty messes that seem to last for-eh-ver. It's sad when we all get excited that the high is "only" in the 90's. Trust me-you feel the difference.

My friends and I were talking the other day about how you really know Fall is here when you have to wear a jacket on Halloween. One year you're bummed because you had to cover up your awesome genie ensemble, the next year you were sweating through your pink Power Ranger costume. I really hate Texas weather. 

Don't get me wrong, I love pumpkin spice everything but it just doesn't seem right when I haven't even broken out the sweaters yet. "Hi there Starbucks dude, let me just order my pumpkin spice latte while I stand here in my sundress and flip flops." It doesn't feel natural. 

I definitely need to get over this complex. After all, the temperatures in Hawaii stay in the 70's-80's year-round. They basically have no seasons, but of course they celebrate holidays. Maybe they need seasonal drinks to help them get in the spirit of things?

Anyways if Sunday rolls around and it magically drops to the 70's I'll happily eat my words and buy a round of pumpkin spice lattes for everyone. 


But don't count on it.

Much love to ya,