Last weekend we searched for the perfect pumpkin in our local pumpkin patch. It was the first time that either of us had picked our pumpkin. Most people's idea of the perfect pumpkin is one that will make the best jack-o-lantern, but our search was for the perfect pumpkin to hold our baby. I got the idea from my sister, Lisa. She had done it with her kids, who absolutely hated it or were expression-less. Not mine. She is so easy going that she is willing to do anything and enjoy it! Chris cut the top off and cleaned it out. Then Claire went in. She wasn't too thrilled at first, but quickly came to realize that she wasn't going to be eaten by this big, orange, slimey thing and embraced the situation. In fact, I think she even liked it.
You wanted it, you asked for it, so here it is. A post. Hopefully this post will satisfy all your desires. I am not writing about the apple of my eye, Claire, but of the other apple of my eye--reality tv. I love it! Right now I am getting my fill of Big Brother. I have even lured Chris into my dark place. He mostly watched last season because Dick was such a jerk, but Chris is hooked. He's a dedicated viewer once again this season. Sadly, he was a fan of Matty who was kicked off a few weeks ago. I don't think I have a favorite. I find them all to be so obnoxious, yet I watch. Go figure. I obviously need some more excitement in my life. Girls who wear butt showing shorts, screaming matches, verbal abuse, crazy eyes, back stabbing, boys running around in their colored tighty whiteys (if tighty whiteys are colored, are they still called tighty whiteys?)---all in one episode! It is a gold mine. My second can't miss show is Housewives of Orange County or New York City. I really
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