...to buy two pumpkins.  Yes. This happens, as we found out last weekend.  We went to a pumpkin farm in a county just north of us, and I won't name the farm because I'm not into that type of brattiness (atm.), but we drove the dozen miles and waited in a hella,  long traffic-induced line of cars just to find out when we got to the actual parking lot—they were "at capacity."  What? I was so into going to a pumpkin patch. Like, actually, in a non-ironic way. I wanted the apple cider.  trudging through the mud to get two measly pumpkins, while wearing flannel with the screaming kids running around the corn maze—all of it. It was such a let down. But, I refused to give up on my ideal, beautiful fall outing(!) Instead, we went to the local grocery store and bought one HUGE pumpkin, a medium sized one, and a tiny lil' pumpkin. Then bought a half gallon of locally-made apple cider, two lattes, and a donut. And as much as I would have loved giving my money to t...