Pumpkin Spice!

I was recently reminded of my love of all things pumpkin spice by Rebecca, so you get to hear me ramble about that for a bit. Hey, it's Day 9, people, the bottom of the barrel has just begun to be scraped. Enjoy the coherent entries while they last.

I feel the need for a list for this:

1. Pumpkin spice cake doughnuts: Krispy Kreme clearly decided that I was eating too healthy one year when I was in high school and came out with these delectable beauties for the autumn. On weekends I would actually make up errands to my parents that were located in the vicinity of the Krispy Kreme just on the off chance that they would stop by when the Hot Doughnut sign lit up. If they ever read this, there will be a sudden lightbulb atop their heads, "Oh! That explains all of the times she needed pens. And notebooks. And staples. And shoes." Then I would be killed. On the bright side, I'm only now running low on pens.

One of the saddest moments of my college years, well a sad moment at the least, has been when the Krispy Kreme in Norman shut its fragrant doors. This was the place that, when my roommate at the time, the Best Roommate Ever, was set to take her seven hour practise MCAT [Edit: Practise GRE? What? Oops, changed.] we went to at ridiculous-o'clock in the morning to convince her that she was not going to come home that night a failure, that she was indeed brilliant, and that all right just-in-case we could totally move to California and become beach bums for a living if she failed miserably. Plus we had to make sure she had enough caffeine and sugar to survive the ordeal. Seven hours?! For that long, you should make it into a med program if you survive and don't run off into the night shrieking, "Chromosomes! Neutrons! Photosynthesis! Ahhhhh!" To add insult to injury, they replaced Krispy Kreme with a BBQ place. BBQ. They really think that's going to help the sense of loss?

What other pumpkin spiciness thrills my soul? Find out tomorrow! (Why yes, a cliffhanger did just occur to me. Look, I need time to come up with another topic or you'll be subjected to monologues about the awful shade of carpet at work. And no one wants that.)