I forgot my mantra
The clocks turn back this weekend, which means it's officially Fall, which means the next six months will consist of me gazing longingly at my summer sundresses and cursing my parents' choice to raise me in frosty Ohio instead of on a lovely Caribbean island where fruity drinks in pineapples and naps on the beach are a way of life. Thanks, mom. But I digress. What was I saying? Oh, right, it's Fall. The onset