Not the temperature, obviously…it’s 80 degrees outside, but it’s still starting to feel like fall to me.  Maybe it’s because football started last weekend.  Or maybe it’s because I randomly got the urge to wear my tennis shoes instead of my flip flops yesterday.  Or maybe it’s because it’s getting dark closer to 8 instead of closer to 9.  I’m ok with that, though, because I LOVE the fall.  Always have.

At this point in my life fall is pretty much like every other season of the year…I still go to work everyday…I still go home…same ol’, same ol’.  But fall used to be something exciting….something new.  It was the start of a new school year which inevitably lead to a new crush…which hopefully lead to a new boyfriend…which lead to a boy/girl ferris wheel ride at the fair and lots of pretending to be scared in the haunted house so you had an excuse to hold hands.  Which then lead to starring at said boy for the entire football game while you tried to cheer.  Which then lead to dressing up as something pretty for Halloween when all you really wanted to do was put blood and fake skin all over your face.  Which then lead to…well you get the point.  It was all very exciting. 

So in honor of fall I’ve decided to get myself a crush.  Now, I realize that 27 year old crushes are pretty lame compared to 17 year old crushes, but I don’t care.  It’s fall dadgum it and I want a crush.  So I’ve got one…maybe if I’m lucky he’ll buy me a corndog at the fair:)