On Sunday I went to the pumpkin patch with Lynsey and Bronch. We spent about thirty minutes complaining about the crowd and mediocre pumpkins before deciding to leave pumpkin-less.
Eventually we ended up finding our way to Safeway and digging through large cardboard boxes in search of the perfect pumpkin. It was rather amusing when Bronch insisted that he saw The One at the back of the selection. Onlookers gathered just to watch him barrel over the tops of flimsy cardboard boxes filled with pumpkins to get to it.
I teased, "Good job, Bronch. You're obviously the most flexible and agile one out of all of us."
And go figure, after he came crawling back with his prized pumpkin, he decided it was no longer quite what he had in mind.
Ugh, men.
Anyways, here is a picture of our finished project.
(hee hee, guess which one is mine?)
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