Today we went and got pumpkins from the barn near our house. It never ceases to amuse me that there is a barn so close to us when we live in a city. Random.
I am so glad that the girl is young enough to still want pumpkins but too old to jump around in the moonwalk thingy and want a pony ride. Good god, animals STINK.
We got a ton of pumpkins, and because the barn is only a few blocks away, we walked over and took the girl's old wagon with us. When we got back, the husband left the wagon by our back gate. My mother-in-law evidently thinks we live in the ghetto because she kept saying how we need to put the pumpkins inside the back gate because otherwise people would steal them. Here in the hood. Jesus.