Pumpkin Bust

I'm outta here...

'I swear to god that place was a Superfund site. We drove all the way to Indiana to pay $8 for a JTM burger that made us sick and a packet of Swiss Miss with some lukewarm water. They just handed us the packet and told us to put the water on it ourselves.

Plus, it was the shittiest hayride ever.

God I loved that place.'

That was Ray's assessment of the pumpkin patch I excitedly took him to last year. I had bragged to him about the hayride and the big field of pumpkins. I thought he would love it.

There is a hayride! They pull you in a wagon, from tractor! You grew up near farms! It's going to be great!

I guess I had forgotten the hayride is only about 25 feet. When the tractor stopped at the pumpkin field Ray goes, 'That's it? That was the hayride? I paid fifty cents for that?!'

I personally thought it was awesome.

I vowed not to take him back to that pumpkin patch. Instead, I would wow him with another bigger, exciting pumpkin patch with a longer hayride. We were going to go this weekend so we could get a pumpkin family (a dad, mom and two baby pumpkins for the kittens; oh yeah, we got kittens!) but we got so busy enjoying the lovely weather this weekend we never made it to the patch.

Guess this year's pumpkin adventure will take place at Home Depot, where we will 'pick' our pumpkins from a big bin.

I bet that lame pumpkin patch is looking a whole lot better now.