Here or not.

Sam's first produce purchase.

What a man.

Fall has made it's way to my dining room.

The kids are playing hide and seek, and I just heard Sophy shout, "Here or not, here I come." Hahaa, close enough.


The Pinkies woke up early this a.m. and headed to breakfast at an old hotel on the square in this here quaint town. It was fairly well a no frills meal, but it was reasonable, and ya know..sometimes you just want eggs and pancakes, ya know? Granny was cooking in the kitchen, and there was no fear of Hepatitis like I get when I eat at IHOP down by the interstate. PDaddy left after that to go take senior portraits, and the kids and I went to Shreveport to Marvin's Gardens for pumpkins. I had hoped to take them to a church in town that has a pumpkin patch each year at this time, but either I missed it or perhaps it's next weekend. I dunno. Either way, we went to Marvins. I love that market. It reminds me of stepping back into a different time. Or place. Or something. My kids, for example, felt the same way because they ran around and acted like absolute monkeys at the zoo. At one point, I felt like Jack Tripper trying to stop an artistically arranged stack of squash from tumbling like Jenga blocks. Sam.


I took the kids to the park at the duck pond, and we made a pit stop at Hobby Lobby. Huge mistake. HUGE! That store is a $trap$. I bought some fall items, and the kids picked up stuff to decorate their pumpkins with. I bought Sophy a silver Christmas tree for her room that was on sale, plus the cashier gave me the sale coupon from the paper. I knew if I waited it would be gone, so I went ahead and got it. We're going to put strands of pink lights on it and pink decorations. Cute, cute. Anywho, where was I? Hobby Lobby. Oh yes, we left HL and headed to Jason's for lunch. When we got home, PDaddy was home, so I left the kids with him and went to the Pottery Tent to look for some other fall stuff for the dining room. PDaddy is gone again to take evening pics somewhere, and the kids are eating grilled cheese and bologna sandwiches. I hear the vacuum calling my name, so I better be off.
((OH!! Guess what! We have a skunk infestation! Honestly, it's like the plagues of Egypt around here. If it's not the gas, it's the electricity, or the internet (drunk driver crashed into the pole down the street from us), or it's the plumbing. Now the animals are turning against us. There is a foxhole, er...a skunkhole in our azelea hedge just outside of our front door that smells amazingly skunky. Not sure what our plan of attack will be, but rest assured, I will document it for posterity.