As someone who has been packing and unpacking, cleaning and painting since, oh, what feels to be the dawn of time, I was really looking forward to a weekend in the country. Kiki and I drove halfway to Iowa for some autumn fun on a farm that promised glorious apple picking, hayrides, and best of all, a real live pumpkin patch! No, not a pumpkin patch in the grocery store parking lot; a real pumpkin patch where the pumpkins grow on the vine. The kind where Snoopy and Charlie Brown would have found The Great Pumpkin.
I'm telling you, this crap never happened to Snoopy.