Ugh. I hate Fall. I loathe it.
Shorter days, longer nights and dropping temperatures. No more beach, no more sun, no more three day weekends on the Cape. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve learned to enjoy it much more since moving to Boston, but still, it’s a sign of things to come. I’m probably the only person who hates Labor Day because it means I’m going to have to start shoveling my driveway in a few months. In fact, it’s the end of September and I refuse to put away my beach towels. Needless to say I’m a glass half empty gal. Continue reading