I got two pumpkins yesterday. I lugged inside the grocery store, only to have the cashier tell me, "You could have just told me you wanted two pumpkins."
They are sitting outside, on the porch, waiting until Vor and I load them into the car and go up to his mother's house. I plan on carving their gooey guts up there, if no other reason than because my mother in law goes crazy when she sees a speck of dust floating around.
I pointed this out to Vor and he laughed evilly.
We love Mama Vor, we really do. And to prove it, I baked her a two layer, giant pink cake for her birthday.
What girl hasn't ever secretly craved a pink cake?
Okay, fine, you can email me at graceandpressure [at] yahoo [dot] com. Don't all flood me with emails at once, you know. If you're emailing about craniosynostosis, put it in the subject, and I'll respond quicker. Deal? Deal.