pumpkin posers

 

 

1) Grahm and I went house hunting for most of the day on Saturday. Jammin' to Imagine Dragon while imagining our new home was a blast. We found a house we love even better than the one with a jankosaurus foundation! (Thanks so much for all of your sweet comments.) I'm an Positive Pam. As cheese-tastic as it sounds, I know wherever we live... a mansion by the sea (ha) or a shack in the ghetto (word), it'll all be fine. Grahm is all the home I need.

 

2) They say blondes have more fun. I'm not convinced. If by "fun" you mean plopping your buns in an uncomfortable salon chair for three hours, getting foiled into an "My head is now protected from aliens sucking my brains out" oblivion, and spending hundreds of dollars just to keep your hair from getting all Cruella Devile on you, then sure... blondes have more fun.

 

3) Since we're trying to buy a house, I figured Grahmsterdoodle would appreciate not paying ungodly amounts of moolah for highlights... You may think, "Wow, what a great wife" but you shouldn't be so easily deceived. I just want my shopping fund to be bigger.

 

4) Finally, pumpkins. All month I've been wanting to clutch my chubby fingers around one. Too bad we didn't have any cash to actually purchase these plump orange delights. (My front porch is still unseasonably baredy.) We stayed at the patch just long enough to snap a few pictures. Pumpkin posers.

 

Please note the unneccesary quotations on the sign. "Thank You".

 

Fun side story: When Grahm and I started dating, I called him "Pumpkin Butt". He hated it, but didn't tell me till we were engaged. I guess he thought it was better than my alternative nickname for him, "Booger Buns".  As always, feel sorry for Grahm.