Come. On. Fall.

The allergy haze has continued today, and it was so bad that I actually resorted to Benadryl, which resulted in a VERY long morning nap that was entirely unintentional.  It totally messed with my day, and I'm still tired.

So, when I read the article saying that allergy sufferers were mostly screwed all winter thanks to the Noah-like conditions of the spring, I almost cried.  We. Will. Die.  And no matter what, I have to have a real Christmas tree, so we will suffer for our cause.  It has been decided.

Man.  I can't wait to use the fireplace.  I realize it was 97 today, and the days of using a fireplace are in the distant future, but I'm ready.  I was even googling "cords of firewood near me" before class yesterday.  I mean business.

I busted out my Keurig and apple cider/hot chocolate pods for the boys.  I am READY.  Come on, fall!  Sheeeeeesh!  My plaid shirts are crying "wear me!" and all of the hoodies have been freshly washed and placed in the hall closet for easy access.  Let's do this.

But only if allergies can just go away.

I was talking to a friend earlier today about how sometimes relationships just change, about how everyone wants the kind of love they can't live without...not the love they can simply live with.  I knew there was a song with that same premise, and that I had it...somewhere, but I couldn't figure it out.  So, while I sat at N's hitting lesson, I had my phone on shuffle, and BOOM!  There it was.

Good ol' Clint Black.  Man, they just don't make country artists like they used to...I'm not saying all of them are awful now, but what in the world is up with the whole "rapping mid-song" craze that's going on with newer artists.  Luke Bryan, I'm talking to you.  Sometimes you sound like a muppet...but when you rap, there's no question.  If muppets rapped, they would sound like you.  It's too bad, because I can totally get behind "Crash My Party" and Strippin It Down."  Soooooooo behind them.

There's a reason why I skip through songs until I get to the George Straits and the Tim McGraws and the Clint Blacks.  They get it.  They're "classic" to a 34 year-old.  They've stuck it out with the same women for decades...and they still love each other.  Everyone should have love like that at least once in their lives.

Ideally that kind of love will come around when you're ready for it, but sometimes it comes too soon and scares the crap out of you.

Not that I know anything about any of that.

Aubs