My hopes for the day were high.
Woke up early (Well...early for a Sunday). I cooked a great big breakfast. We needed energy for the day's plans.
Grumpy Gus was grumpy as usual. He's not a morning person, also not really an "activity" person. A Problem since autumn is my favorite time of year. Naturally I wanted to go hunting for the perfect pumpkins. Also wanted to pick up some corn stalks and hay for the front porch.
We piled into the SUV, packed with jackets and snacks for the day. I hefted my old red wagon in the back and we were ready to go.
Driving along, following directions. No problem. Then....I hit update on the trusty Blackberry to update our directions and it happened. We were officially lost. Not only lost. Lost and irritated.
Long country roads, no road signs. Good maps told me to turn into a dead end. Tempted to start my own road, but didn't. We finally got turned around somehow.
We arrived at the farm. At last! Lots of signs saying "pick your own" for apples and pumpkins. We park the car and craziness. Babies everywhere; kids with rosy cheeks. No credit card machines in sight. I'm not sure why we didn't plan to bring cash, but we didn't.
We piled into the SUV and headed back to the city. I'm not sure why I do this, but I started crying. I'm not sure if it was the hormones raging from PMS or the fact that I build everything up in my mind to be perfect and of course nothing can be perfect. Then the crying started turned into laughter when I realized how silly it was. Dan was driving and worrying about me.
I guess pumpkins will have to wait until next week....