"Let's not get ahead of ourselves", he said. "We haven't even closed the pool yet."
I stretched the flannel sheet over the last corner, ignoring his plea.
'Looks like you better get on that. Forty-five degrees, honey. That's how cold it's gonna be tonight, forty-five- flannel- degrees!', I sang.
"Flannel comforter, flannel sheets, please tell me you're not wearing flannel pajamas"
'Okay, I won't tell you.'
'Seriously? How can you not love this fresh blast of cool autumn air? FREE autumn air.'
'All summer, we paid to pump in some 68 degree freshness and now? it's here for the taking.'
'Yea, and we will be so wrapped up in flannel, how will we enjoy it?'
'Don't worry, you'll thank me in the morning when you're warm and toasty.'
'You will, as you're handing me a cup of pumpkin coffee, you will.'