Give me a good pumpkin patch any day of the week and twice on Sundays. That should be my new motto. Can’t stop, won’t stop. I LOVE PUMPKIN PATCHES.
I love everything about them. The cider, the doughnuts, the hayrides, the petting zoos, the picking out of the perfect pumpkin
woo alliteration, the gift shops, the stacks of gourds, the corn mazes, the crisp, cool air (Ugh. California you and your 90 degree weather are KILLING ME), the colors, the wind, the outdoorsy kinda day. I just love it all. So without further adieu:
Michigan 2007. Hanging with some of my besties at Flavor Fruit Farms. Little did we know that that day would hold the MOST embarrassing moment for one of the four of us. No, I will not tell which one of four this happened to, but look at this next picture:
This is about as honest as a picture can get. It was snapped in the moment directly after “the incident.” We were in the gift shop browsing around and it got pretty crowded. One of us was feeling a little tired and decided to sit down on the table behind her. While sitting she decided to let one rip. Yes, she farted. She figured it was a crowded room and she could get away with it. So she let it go. Loud and proud and then nonchalantly turned her head to see if anybody noticed. Here’s where things got dicey. As she turned her head she realized something absolutely down.right.awful. There was not a table behind her. No, she was sitting on a WOMAN IN A WHEELCHAIR! Her kiester WAS PLANTED RIGHT ON THIS POOR WOMAN’S SHOULDER. She gasped in horror, as any decent person would do, and then ran away as fast as she could. She found her friends and whisper shrieked, “I just farted on a woman in a wheelchair!” Cue picture being taken. Cue also leaving the gift shop as fast as possible.
I hadn’t been to a pumpkin patch since this picture, but when Anastasia was born I KNEW that I would be taking her. My parents came to visit so we loaded up and headed to the very best patch yet. Seriously.