The Evil That Men Do

I used to be one of 'them'. I would decry the appearance of anything, anything at all, before its proper time on the calendar. But I am no longer one of 'them'. I am my own man.

Yesterday in Wal-Mart I saw Keurig coffee pods. Not just any coffee pods, but flavored coffee. Pumpkin Spice flavor. I bought two 12 packs, anticipating autumn next month when I could properly sip on such a seasonal delight.

Then, today - no! I do not have to wait for fall to enjoy a fall flavor! I will not be made to drink a coffee I like according to another's arbitrary schedule. I bought it: it's mine! I will drink a hot cup of pumpkin spice coffee today. No one can tell me no!

One guess what I'm drinking as I hammer out this blog. I am liberated! I am mad with power!

The Pumpkin Spice Wars

Ah, Facebook. You do encourage folks to get lathered up about trivialities. 

Almost every day lately I've seen memes which hammer at the onrushing autumn and it's mavens who love pumpkin spice everything. It's not unlike those (one of whom might be me) who lament Christmas displays being raised in mid-October, nosing out Halloween when it's still two weeks away. "Summer isn't until September 22!" one friend, or, more to the point, one friend's meme yelled. "Put your pumpkin spice lattes away while I have another margarita!" Ah, hilarity.

But I've noticed that weathermen say something different. They say that fall began September 1st. Meteorological fall began this past Thursday. We are, to those stout professionals, at this very minute already in autumn.

There, I've sold both sides ammunition. Entertain me. Start the Pumpkin Spice Wars.