Judging by this obnoxious weather, I think fall is fully upon us. To mark the occasion, I have recently taken the liberty of procuring some seasonal decorations for our apartment.
Namely, a burnt orange mum, and a bunch of unique-looking gourds.
While we were at the store picking out the gourds (and yes, I’ll admit that I dragged John there against his will), the following conversation took place:
John: What is the point of gourds? Can you eat them?
Me: I don’t think so.
John: So there really is no point, except for women to put them in baskets and think it looks pretty.
Well, I guess he got me there.