(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.