like last year, JR and I decided to go to the pumpkin patch. i was anxious to find some perfectly round pumpkins to actually carve this year, since last year we ended up throwing our poor plain old pumpkins off the 5th floor balcony of my apartment right onto jackson. JR wanted the experience of the corn maze. i obliged.what i ended up with 15 minutes into the maze was "i don't want to do this anymore, it's stressing me out". you know us and our anxiety. i surprisingly wasn't too bothered yet and was finally enjoying the perfect occasion to wear my welly boots and muddy them up. needless to say, at least an hour later we couldn't find our way out. big thanks to the father and his seven year old son for letting us follow them around, since they were actually making use of their map.
by the time we got out of the corn maze (JR kept trying to steal cobs of corn the whole time), we left, with no pumpkins to carve.
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