I swear, I have tried to write this damn blog post since Monday night. I've been trying to use my blogger app but if someone texts me and I look at it while I am typing my post my app deletes everything that I've written. Arg. How frustrating eh? Anyway. Monday Corey, Denise and I went to a local pumpkin patch. We must have been the only adults there without toddlers but who the heck cares, we had a great time. They had a petting zoo with funny little pygmy goats, piglets, llamas and a goose that was set on eating Corey's shoelaces. No shame when we waded through a sea of little kids just so we could pet the goats and llamas ourselves. Den must have been a border collie in a past life because no matter how hard she tried, the sheep avoided her like the plague. Monday was the first time I petted a llama since one chased me out of a petting zoo when I was in girl guides.
Instead of getting a hayride out to the field like normal people, we stomped our way over through the mud and junk to the nearest pumpkin patch. In addition to your traditional orange seasonal fruit, they had tons of these crazy, mutant looking gourds all over. We spent a while hunting for the perfect pumpkins and each decided on a small one (Prices are outrageous at the patch) and I even picked a mutated looking gourd for shits and giggles. Joy! Yay for seasonal festivities.
I swear, I have tried to write this damn blog post since Monday night. I've been trying to use my blogger app but if someone texts me and I look at it while I am typing my post my app deletes everything that I've written. Arg. How frustrating eh? Anyway. Monday Corey, Denise and I went to a local pumpkin patch. We must have been the only adults there without toddlers but who the heck cares, we had a great time. They had a petting zoo with funny little pygmy goats, piglets, llamas and a goose that was set on eating Corey's shoelaces. No shame when we waded through a sea of little kids just so we could pet the goats and llamas ourselves. Den must have been a border collie in a past life because no matter how hard she tried, the sheep avoided her like the plague. Monday was the first time I petted a llama since one chased me out of a petting zoo when I was in girl guides. 
Instead of getting a hayride out to the field like normal people, we stomped our way over through the mud and junk to the nearest pumpkin patch. In addition to your traditional orange seasonal fruit, they had tons of these crazy, mutant looking gourds all over. We spent a while hunting for the perfect pumpkins and each decided on a small one (Prices are outrageous at the patch) and I even picked a mutated looking gourd for shits and giggles. Joy! Yay for seasonal festivities. 
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