Is it just me or does it seem like we rush through the seasons?
It's Aug. 14th and there's a tree in my yard that the leaves have already started to change.
The stores have been filled with the Back To School supplies since July.
Walmart has had mums out in front of the store for about a week now.
Not to mention I saw this magazine on the shelves just the other day!!
(Seriously?... I love Miss Paula Deen, but come-on)
Why can't we enjoy the season we are in? Why does the next season (or two) need to be shoved down our throats?