These are the signs of Fall in Phoenix, Arizona: The dog is lounging on the sun-mutilated swing… and her tongue is not hanging out of her mouth. Trixie’s enjoying the sunshine with her eyes closed and happy doggy dreams floating through her head. It’s obviously below 110 degrees. Fall has arrived.
Sign number two: I had to put on LONG pants…. with my new hot pink bling-bling leather flip flops. Obviously another sign that Fall has descended upon us and wrapped its chilly tendrils around our legs. Brrrr. In the 70s today.
We resorted to turning on the furnace two days ago. It was only 45 degrees outside and 61 in the house. I called my husband and asked him to bring home a pumpkin latte for me from Starbucks. I told him I was freezing and needed a warm drink… and I LOVE that Fall brings pumpkin lattes to the drive-thru window menu. Rick told me to leave the heater off and put on a sweatshirt. Whatever. I already had 2 shirts and a sweatshirt on… jeans, socks and slippers. My nose was cold. I needed a pumpkin latte because it’s FALL! We compromised. He brought the pumpkin delicacy to me and I didn’t turn the heater on until bedtime. Fall has officially arrived.
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