Well, this morning as the kids and I made our daily break-neck, crazy-mad-dash out the door for school, I happened to notice a sight that made me stop so fast my coffee sloshed out of my mug.
WHO DID THIS TO MY PUMPKIN?
MY SWEET, ADORABLE PUMPKIN THAT SOMEONE ELSE HAD TO GIVE ME BECAUSE MY OWN PUMPKINS FROZE ON A STINKING COLD MONTANA MORNING....... IN AUGUST!!!!!
Grumble. Snort. Grouch.
Well, guess what! They don't call this season HARVEST SEASON for nothin'! I'm goin'a track down the culprit and hog tie 'em! Or better yet, EAT 'EM!!!
Dang pumpkin eating varmint!
All you squash eaters out there better look out!
I'll be watching...... waiting......