In case you missed the memo, I really love October. It’s my favorite of the twelve (months, not dwarves, because there are seven of those, not twelve). I think I’m really kind of not giving November a chance, even though it basically is equal to October when I run through the list of reasons why I love it so. Did you know that you can “really kind of” do something? I think it’s new. Welcome.
So on Friday night we went to a bonfire at my BF’s BF’s parents’ house (that would be AB’s boyfriend’s mom and dad). They live in a log cabin that has train tracks going around the ceiling of the living room. Rex would love it.
The bonfire was really big and really Octobery, and Winge had found some marshmallows to toast or roast, which ever you please, that were the size of my head. Really. They were huge. And he was super proud of them - rightfully so. Ryan wanted to try to jump over the fire, but I said no. He would have had to stop drop and roll, and then I would have called him a liar liar pants on fire (get it?) for the rest of his life. Pre-bonfire, we had stopped at Panera and I got a chai latte that gave me a major tummy ache, so I missed out on a lot of the firey goodness while I was laying in the back of AB’s car. Boo. But nevertheless, it made me fall in love with fall all over again. So even though my October is starting to dwindle down, I think I’m okay with the coming of November. What about you?