MLIA.

It is autumn, but it feels like winter.

This is messing up my romanticising of October.

My Mom, being the Southern Living reading, HGTV watching, flea market running woman she is, found an idea in a magazine involving doors and paper bats. She sent me the magazine page and some cut-outs, and I am proud to say that the entrace to our room now looks like this:

I carved a flippin' sweet ($5) pumpkin three days ago. It's already rotting.

Rain has been without ceasing these days. Unfortunately, I found that my rain boots had holes in them from teaching horseback in them this summer at camp. When I've worn them lately, they've gotten my socks wet, so today I decided to go shopping for new ones. I looked at every shoe store in town, including Wal-Mart, and found that this is the only pair oof size 6 rain boots in Russellville:

Not exactly my style. I decided to do without, until I waded to the library. My feet were so wet and cold that I turned right back around and drove to buy the rock-chick skull-and-crossbone shoes.

So don't mess with my rainboots. They mean business.