I have a love/hate relationship with fall. Here's why:
Love:
The weather
The fall foliage (ooh, nice word choice!)
Hate:
School starting
How early it gets dark
How my whole life is interrupted by college football.
See, I live with a fan. That's not even strong enough for what my DH is. He should've been born in like, Texas or something. I think he sweats footballs. Or face paint. Thus, every weekend, our house is overrun with rabid football fans. Hungry men. Shouting fanatics. Complete depression if "we" lose.
And you know what? I love it.
That's why I have a love/hate relationship with fall--and why I have my own version of the "game face."
How are your relationships? Do they make as much sense as mine? Yeah, probably not. Have a great weekend!