I love you. I really do. You're pretty. And you bring about candy apples and candy corn and leaves losing their photosythesized colors... And hoodie/boot weather! I love hoodies and boots. Also, bonfires and burnt hotdogs and fingers so cold I can't grip a fork and delicious hot 'shmoes (toy story reference, anyone?). I love the decor and the smells and the idea of visiting haunted houses - even though I never actually do. I love that ABC Family and Disney and the SyFy channel all play ridiculously cheesy "scary" films. I can't wait for Hocus Pocus, Practical Magic, and Halloweentown with all of it's counterparts. I love that you can buy candy in bulk - on sale! And also that eventually, it will be turkey time and we will visit family (and I will have a food-coma inducing food baby that week- possibly twins). And that will lead into Christmas time which is also just as nice. However, I *do not* love that you feel the need to play games with the poor, didn't-do-nothin-to-you left behind nerves in my hand. I can't help it that door hinges hate me. Nor can I help it that my damaged parts are particularly cold and rain sensitive. So please, stop with all of the hating.
Sincerely.
