Warm Sock Weather

One of the great things about not having to go anywhere during the day is that one can walk around the house wearing a Hawaiian slip dress, purple warm fuzzy socks, and a hooded zip up sweatshirt and nobody is there to judge you.

I love wearing warm socks when it starts getting cold outside. I love the fall, when the air starts getting brisk and cool and that lovely cold weather woodsy smell fills the air. I don't know where that smell comes from, but I don't care because I just love to take it all in. It's times like these when I can really see myself living somewhere that the sun doesn't shine year round, although being the wussy California girl I am I don't quite know how true that is. At the first sign of weather dipping below 50 degrees I'd probably be out of there. But, if I could "weather" the weather, I would probably get used to it over time. I always think about how nice it would be to live somewhere that you don't have to pay a ba-jillion dollars in order to buy a decent house for your family. If it wasn't for mine and Kyle's family being here in California, I might be all over it. Of course wherever it is would have to have a mall close by because according to Kyle I can't live anywhere that is more than an hour drive to a major shopping center.

Mom and dad were supposed to come today but I talked to dad and it seems that they are going to sit around the house in their socks/Hawaiian garb/zip down sweatshirts today too. It won't be long until they visit though, now that Kyle and I live near their newly discovered favorite Filipino restaurant. Last time they were here, they had lunch there, then went back to have a snack, and then, had it not been for their other favorite place calling, Pechanga Casino, they would have gone back again for dinner. Gotta love mom and dad.