I can’t stand pumpkin spice anything. (I feel like this goes without saying.) I can’t stand when holiday music starts playing in November. I can’t stand holiday music period unless Otis Redding is singing it. But it kind of cracks me up when holiday festivities heat up even before Thanksgiving rolls around. Three times this week I have gotten home only hours before I normally rise, which is a fact I’d find even more fun if I weren’t a grown-up lady who still got up at 5:30 am every day. (I’m still having fun, to be clear; my cobwebs are officially being shaken out.) I think I am going to pen a song entitled “This Is How We Trick Our Circadian Rhythms.” You’ll be able to sing it to the melody of “Deck the Halls With Boughs of Holly.” Fa la la la la.
I can’t stand pumpkin spice anything. (I feel like this goes without saying.) I can’t stand when holiday music starts playing in November. I can’t stand holiday music period unless Otis Redding is singing it. But it kind of cracks me up when holiday festivities heat up even before Thanksgiving rolls around. Three times this week I have gotten home only hours before I normally rise, which is a fact I’d find even more fun if I weren’t a grown-up lady who still got up at 5:30 am every day. (I’m still having fun, to be clear; my cobwebs are officially being shaken out.) I think I am going to pen a song entitled “This Is How We Trick Our Circadian Rhythms.” You’ll be able to sing it to the melody of “Deck the Halls With Boughs of Holly.” Fa la la la la.