Nope.
I don't care what the calendar says.
I don't care that the sun is setting a little after 7pm.
I don't care that there's pumpkin spiced stuff everywhere.
I don't care that I even have had to paw through my sock drawer
because my tootsies get chilly in the morning.
It is not Fall until I have mowed the lawn for the last time
in 2014.
When that happens, I'll be happy to celebrate with you
and don a sweatshirt, sip hot chocolate and put the Hawaiian
shirts away.
I'll let you know when that day comes to pass.
Scratch that.
My wife will let me know when that day comes to pass,
and then I'll pass the word on to you.
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