Dear Fall,

Although your leaves may change into beautiful and vibrant shades of orange, red, and yellow, I still can't place you in my number one spot. 

Sure, my heart lights up every Saturday because football takes over our world down here. 

And I have even more excuses to eat chili, although I could eat it every season. 

My favorite of course is Thanksgiving, and it is right around of the corner. Now that is my favorite holiday. The food is superb, family time, even better. However, fall, you just aren't my favorite. Of course, I love the breeze in the air, smell of fire places lighting their first match, and the thought of no more sweltering heat strokes is rather lovely. But no, that just doesn't do it for me.

Why? Because this morning I woke up to an a/c set on a total face drying out 66 degrees, although thermostat was safely put on 72. I do not, cannot stand, with out doubt, do not like waking up cold. I do not like trembling in bed, searching for more covers, and wrapping myself in a cocoon. I will sleep in sweat pants and a sweatshirt, and if I must, the flannel snowman sheets will make an early appearance. 

See, summertime, I always know what to wear. Shorts. I can wear comfy shorts, blue jean shorts, linen shorts, because the weather is either going to be hot or hotter. There isn't much of an in between, and I do not mind that at all. I love my summer. However, with the fall, the weather is a guessing game. Although it might be hot with a breeze in the afternoon, the mornings are cold. So cold in fact, that I feel some mornings I must break out the snow suit. And I just do not like having to guess what I am going to wear. 

I am shorts loving, flip flop wearing, swim suit sportin', 

 laying out by the beach craver, summer lovin' gal.

SO LONG SUMMER, I WILL MISS YOU.