Today I was reminded that I live with guys. I wasn't reminded because my husband and son were being weird or gross or particularly guy-like... I was reminded because I WAS being weird, gross and guy-like! You see, it rubs off on you over time and before you know it you find yourself in the middle of a pumpkin patch on a glorious Fall day in your cutest jean jacket, black shirt, black suade shoes and turquoise and silver necklace, with your makeup on and your hair cutely twisted in a clip - SNORTING AND LAUGHING OUT LOUD at all of the really nasty rotting pumpkins in the patch. I didn't realize how abnormal my behavior was until I realized that after taking pictures on my phone of several grody specimens I found myself hunting like a mad woman for a pumpkin I'd seen when I first arrived that was covered in bugs so I could get a picture of it too! That's when I high-tailed it out of there.
I bet if I lived with girls that trip to the pumpkin patch would have gone completely differently! Still... I had fun and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
The funniest thing about this whole experience to me is that my guys weren't even with me! I went to the pumpkin patch alone! I took these silly pictures (and posted them to Facebook, no less) for my own amusement. I'm glad I stopped short of the buggy one, aren't you?
PS - Don't let these snapshots keep you away from your local pumpkin patch! There were THOUSANDS of gorgeous pumpkins and gourds growing in the patch... they just weren't as interesting to me on this particular day. Now - off to do something girly, quick!
Carla Ritz. Proof positive that God uses cracked pots!