Tomorrow is going to be special.

It's not going to hit 50 degrees, and so... it will be the season premiere of the tight red sweater.

If only my complexion were agreeing with the occasion... oh well, nobody's going to be looking at my face. :D Sometimes it's fun to flaunt what I got, all right? I don't usually make a big deal of my bodacious ta-tas.


...I was going to make a joke using the phrase "sweater puppies" but I can't even type that with a straight face. xD Ah, the lols, I give them to myself.

Seriously though, only 47 degrees? This is the kind of fall weather that makes me want to curl up with a cat and a cup of hot chocolate, not go apple picking. It almost held off until October, I guess I should be grateful? Actually, I guess I should enact the great summer-winter clothing swap and go drag all my warm stuff up from the basement. This sweater's been waiting all summer, though. Very patiently. Now its time has come. :D