During our grocery shopping yesterday, I tried to convince Husband that we should really decorate our home for fall, starting with a pumpkin out front. He looked skeptical at the prospect of, what he called, “putting rotting fruit on our front porch,” but I started looking at the selection anyway.
“You know, it seems like you’re really not into having a pumpkin at all.”
“No, I like pumpkins. It’s just with so many kids running around the neighborhood you really have to be on your gourd.“
Like I said, I’m a sucker.
But so is he, because we bought the pumpkin anyway.