As much as I have enjoyed this long, warm summer, fall is my season of choice. But before we hang up our swimsuits, I have left you with this list...the comedy that is my life, which marks the passing of a season...
5 cues my summer is ending
1) My husband puts socks on under his summer sandals, because he refuses to admit summer is coming to an end.
2) Kiddos are back in school. Can stop walking in the living room to find a gaggle of teenage boys doing horrifying things, last of which was watching Jerry Springer, (not creepy at all.)
3) When getting dressed for work in the morning, my eyes wandered to the side of the closet that requires Spanx, but I don't chance it yet.
4) We go to sleep with the fan blasting in the window, but wake up at some point of the night huddled under the lonely sheet that spent most of the summer on the floor, and ask the other spouse to turn off the fan.
5) Started counting backwards on the calendar to see just how far out I can get away with Halloween Decor miraculously showing up here and there, without the wrath of Hubby. (Supposed to wait until Oct. 1st., never happens.)
2) Kiddos are back in school. Can stop walking in the living room to find a gaggle of teenage boys doing horrifying things, last of which was watching Jerry Springer, (not creepy at all.)
3) When getting dressed for work in the morning, my eyes wandered to the side of the closet that requires Spanx, but I don't chance it yet.
4) We go to sleep with the fan blasting in the window, but wake up at some point of the night huddled under the lonely sheet that spent most of the summer on the floor, and ask the other spouse to turn off the fan.
5) Started counting backwards on the calendar to see just how far out I can get away with Halloween Decor miraculously showing up here and there, without the wrath of Hubby. (Supposed to wait until Oct. 1st., never happens.)
