Happy Halloween! I actually have two posts scheduled for today. One is going up later. It is a spooky home decor story. ; )
This year is flying by and when I told my kids that I need to know what they want for Christmas, they laughed at me.
“Mom! It’s two months away!”
Um, no, it’s not. It is less than two months away and I feel so unprepared.
What the heck does that have to do with a pumpkin patch?
Absolutely nothing, except to say that I am behind. We did not buy our pumpkins this year until the twenty eighth.
The pumpkin patch was incredibly crowded.
The drought caused the corn maze to be short this year.
This pumpkin patch is the best though. They do not charge anything for the maze. It is a sweet free fun family activity.
I would like to say that I am so cool that I sat on this hay stack and walked away unscathed.
I would like to say that.
But that would be a lie.
I was picking hay out from underneath that dress all night.
The pumpkin patch definitely had the last laugh.
Did I mention I am allergic to hay?
I was also so intelligent that day that when I went to cut the tags off of this plaid scarf from Target, I cut a hole right through it.
That is okay. It cannot be seen. I don’t think. Oh well, I love the two plaids mixed together. It made me unbelievably happy. I am wearing my plaid tunic that I purchased for $20 at Nordstrom Rack last year. So many stores have a similar dress this year (here -the yellow gives me butterflies and here).
I was unsure about wearing this tunic with just tights. I asked my husband over and over, “Honey, are you sure this isn’t too short?”
And he assured me it wasn’t. He lied.
I made it through the whole corn maze without flashing anyone. I knew it was too good to be true. I went back to the car and I bent over to grab my gnome from the car, as one does.
I was being entirely unladylike, but there was a car right next to me and I figured the odds of the people coming back to that car whilst I was bending over were nil.
So, you can imagine my surprise when I stood up, turned around and a husband and wife were directly behind me. The wife’s lips were pursed and the husband was red.
You would think that would be the most embarrassing thing.
But then this happened.
My husband was so happy that I wanted to give this little guy a ride.
By the way, those guys in the parking lot are high-fiving each other because they chose to wore pants that day. Showoffs.
It was all worth it to see how happy the gnome was swimming in the squash.
With his little purple pointy hat, bright blue shirt and black… Pants.
Well, at least one of us left the pumpkin patch with a little dignity.
Although if you really stop to think about it, swimming in gourds isn’t exactly hospitable.
You can’t take us anywhere.