I don’t wish to be rude or anything, Autumn, but…what’s taking you so long? Did you get delayed in Chicago, ran out of gas, took the scenic route, what? Because I’m about done with humid heat and frizzy hair, Autumn. I’m just done.
Tell you what – I’ll sweeten the deal.
Look! I made hot chocolate. Okay? It’s still 97 blazing, itchy degrees here, but I made hot chocolate. With marshmallows. And cinnamon. And in a show of hope and exceedingly good will, I wore a cozy sweatshirt to bed and put that hot chocolate on my nightstand. Then I pulled up the covers and prayed for leaves.
But…nothing. I got overheated and the trees stayed green.
What – do you prefer whipped cream to marshmallows? Because I can make that happen, Autumn. I’ll do anything – just wave your wand and color things up. Extra cookies if you cool things down.
That is my invitation, and I don’t think I’m alone. Anyone else ready for warm pajamas, cold nights and hot chocolate?