Queue popped while I was still deciding what to wear, so I decided on nothing. One more match, I swear, then bed. Keep me company until it loads?
Queue popped while I was still deciding what to wear, so I decided on nothing. One more match, I swear, then bed. Keep me company until it loads?
Sister Bay Fall Fest is this weekend and my list is already three pages long — three days of Door County and I want all of it. Pick our first stop.
China Lights is calling and I've been stuck in front of the closet forever — nothing feels right yet. Come over and pick for me?
Lantern tickets secured for this week — China Lights, here I come, already impatient for the glow. Stayed up way past sensible planning and regret nothing. Come wander them with me?
Last day of Pumpkin Patch is wrapped and my feet have officially retired. The wristband stays on a little longer, the rest of it didn't make it that far. Come finish the weekend with me?
Cider slushie in hand and the pumpkin pile here is bigger than my whole apartment. This sweater keeps sliding off my shoulder and I've stopped fixing it. Come find me before the parade starts?
Egg Harbor or bust — the roads up north are empty and my coffee is barely winning. The festival gates don't open for hours but I couldn't stay in bed. First one to spot a pumpkin stand for me wins.
Egg Harbor tomorrow, so the suitcase finally surrendered and I'm hitting the road a day early. First stop is cider, everything after that is negotiable. Pick our first booth?
Baraboo has a fall festival with a dog costume contest and I don't even own a dog — going anyway. Talk me into bringing a costume.
Wisconsin's state chili championship is happening in Rock County today and I'm halfway there with an empty stomach on purpose. The plan is to taste every pot and defend my favorite way too loudly. Save me a sample.