I'm not hardcore apparently (according to
sailormom), I suppose I should just accept it, ahhwell. Bah, it's not my fault people sometimes turn out to be so kyoot and adorable. Blarg.
Yeah so today somehow I wound up "picking pumpkins" with
sailormom,
needsunshine and five kids who I'm now on a first-named basis with. Sadly
angelicsatire and her brood missed the fun, it happens. So between all their kids, I'm now "friends" with like, eight tiny people. But hey they're all really kewl so far so right on. Their 'rents are kewl too, thanks for takin' me out peeps!
But, anyway! So. The phrase "picking pumpkins" was a tad misleading. I suppose a more unwieldy but more appropriate phrase might have been, "help herd seven rodeo-clowns for like five hours in the middle of one gazillion pseudo-hicks while you get hay in places you didn't know you had and wait in lines and go on hay-rides and then grab a small gourd on the way out."
But really, the point of this. I got sun-burnt. I didn't think about it, and now my head's burned. So let's take a step back now and summarize. I went picking pumpkins, in October, for Halloween and got sun-burnt. IN OCTOBER! Clearly I'm a little pale, and bald. ;)