Note to self: It is getting to be that magical time of the year (or at least that’s what I tell myself when it starts to get dark before dinner time) when the leaves change, and the grass is all wet and dewy in the morning, and Keegan the Wonder Dog is more chipper on long walks, and uh, where was I? Oh, right. It gets cool enough in the house to wander around in those fluffy wool socks I like to wear.
Well, I’m going to have to be a lot more careful now, especially going down our carpeted stairs. Doh! At least not be carrying stuff with both hands, you knucklehead!
ETA: On second thought, the title needed a little tweak.