(and that is why I should get back on Twitter.  But I’m not.  So here you go:)

I mentioned ordering pumpkin, yes?  96 large cans to be exact.  (8 cases of 12.) 

(Because it lasts an entire year, until next harvest; that’s why.)

(I heard that snicker!)

So I ordered the pumpkin patch on Monday Morning (let’s say 9 a.m.  ish, EST).

It arrived Tuesday Afternoon (let’s say by 5 pm, EST).   

(People, I couldn’t have picked it up any faster.  And shipping was free.)

So Dude and I laughed and were dutifully amazed and astounded (and Free Shipping!) and he stacked the stuff downstairs to be dealt with “later”.

Today he emails me:

“Ned broke the basement ceiling. He could reach it from the table and pumpkin boxes.”

 

How does a 15 pound cat break the basement ceiling?

Pictures at 11 after work.

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