...or six. had ourselves a good time at the pumpkin patch. i'll be honest, it was for fun and all, but it turned out to be more of a failed attempt to get some photos of my finn in the lovely fall sunshine, and as to be expected, an instance in which someone we know became overwhelmed by all the choices. but we did get a chance to talk to the chickens, and picked out some great pumpkins (of all colors and sizes of course). 
the day also happened to be my best adult birthday ever, and very unexpectedly so. twenty eight years. i got flowers, was fed sausages & wine, had an after dinner jaunt with the boys to our favorite sweet shop and for the first time in a while, felt generally happy to be me. the sentiment seems to have continued, as i am still feeling pretty satisfied/optimistic/excited. i think it's going to be a good year...ohh, and a certain someone surprised me with some very luscious slippers. i'll just say, i hate to leave the house, as it means taking them off. always been the kind of girl who thought of slippers as all to practical and boring to spend any amount of money on. no more; i am changed woman, and very happily so.
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