Thursday, October 04, 2007

I'm only happy when it RAINS

Today is Hormone Day.

Or, maybe more accurately titled: Raging Hormones Cause Loss of Emotional Control Day.

Seriously. It's been building up all week and then this morning I drink a huge cup of coffee (with sugar, because apparently they don't have sugar-free pumpkin spice syrup... if it is a syrup at all. Coffee house mixers confuse me greatly. Is pumpkin spice the coffee or a flavoring? They don't TELL you this!) and everything falls apart. Or more accurately, everything BLOWS apart, since nothing is gentle in the wake of a major caffeine buzz. I had to pour myself a glass of wine just to calm down. I'm ELVIS. Uppers to stay up, downers to calm down... eventually I'll be deep frying peanut butter sandwiches with bananas and bacon and everyone knows how that ends.

So, to soothe the hormonal beast, I got myself some retail therapy. I spent way too much money at a bath and body store, buying pumpkin scented stuff for the house. It's not my fault: I blame my mom. She makes the best pumpkin pie I've ever had and she only makes it from Oct-Dec. Just the smell of pumpkin sends me into a nostalgic frenzy. I'm practically hyperventilating right now--the pumpkin candle I have lit smells so freakin good.

Maybe what I love so much about Fall is all the change... I love the changing leaves, I love it when they all fall off, I love it when the weather finally cools down so that I can wear jeans without looking like I fell into a grease pit face first. Of course, in the South, the actual weather does not abide by a calendar. It's the first week in October, and well, I guess it has cooled off: to only 80 degrees. At least it's down from the triple digits it's been loitering at all summer. And do I hear RAIN?? Holy crap, I'd forgotten what it sounds like.

Yeah, the drought problem? Much worse than anyone has anticipated. The rain I hear is a light shower that will probably last almost an hour and barely dampen the grass. The prognosis is not good at all and no one dares to speculate on what will happen if we don't get some real rain before the new year. I tell you what, I'm going to start stocking up on bottled water. I'll only take a shower every other day if I have to, to conserve water, but I'll be damned if I'm going to jump in and rush through one of my favorite rituals. I love showering. But I hate drying off and everything that comes after that. Weird, huh? Probably. It's just so tedious. But, I guess it's a trade off--looking this good takes a little work. ;)