Between Flip-Flops and Flannel
September is a strange month.
It can’t seem to decide what it wants to be. One minute it’s 85 degrees, and I’m still wearing flip-flops. The next, every store has apparently declared war on summer and filled the shelves with pumpkins, orange decorations and enough cinnamon-scented products to choke a horse.
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