Hey, Fall, what gives?
I am a HUGE fan of yours. I haven't missed a single fall since 1983. I love everything about fall - sweatshirts, changing leaves, not having so much back sweat that people ask me if everything is ok. Its great!
But you are a sneaky bastard.
Remember, like, yesterday when it was hotter than Amy Smart outside? I was on a boat on Lake Erie enjoying a cold beer and wondering if the noise I heard was the boat engine or Lynyrd Skynyrd's Ronnie Van Zandt spinning in his grave because he just heard Kid Rock ripping off 'Sweet Home Alabama'.
But then today I was sitting in a meeting when I looked out the window and saw the leaves changing colors.
What the hell?
How about a warning? How can you go from burning lava hot outside to nipply? Yeah, I said nipply - and you know I only say nipply when I'm serious.
Don't think I don't see what is going on here. Don't try to steal something I love away from me - first Arrested Development got canceled, now this?
You brought some football for me to watch?
Ok, fine, you can stay.
But don't get too comfortable because Winter called and he is bringing snowball fights and hot chocolate.
Good thing too, it may get a little nipply.