Nope, it's none of those nice, normal signs around here. Around the Cruz household, it is finally really and truly Fall when the evenings and nights get chilly enough that my feet are replaced by ice cubes. The weird thing is, I can be toasty and warm but my feet frequently freeze. I could have on any one of the nice fluffy, fuzzy warm pair of socks right up until I change for bed. Those 10+ minutes it takes to change, brush my teeth, and wash my face...ice cubes baybee.
And, you know what, I kind of like it because I take a truly perverse delight in snuggling up to Vic in bed and then oh so carefully and slowly (so he doesn't know it's coming) bending my legs up so I can put those
LET FALL BEGIN!