The best thing I can say about our trip to the pumpkin farm was that it was better than a sharp poke in the eye. Only slightly better.
|Corn Maze, the sequel|
|Giant Pumpkin Jump-y House|
|Warning: see title of this post|
I saw stars for ten minutes. Then I cried for ten more. I sat at a picnic table in the middle of this crowded harvest fest thinking about the past three and a half years and where I went wrong. Then I cried some more. Other than that it was a picturesque fall weekend.