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Sunday, October 19, 2008
Apple pickin' time for goobers
I don't know why I think this is so funny, but ever since the first time my brother did it years and years and years ago, I look forward to the event known as Take a Bite Out of an Apple and Leave it Hanging on the Tree for Other Families to Enjoy. It cracks me up. Every. Single. Time.
Sophie's bite was particularly silly, because she is sporting the jacked-up, second-grade smile, with just half a front tooth to perform the operation.
Rose, on the other hand, got a little carried away this year:
These girls were so pleased with themselves.
My, oh, my. I liked this day so much. I had, no kidding, one hundred dollars in gift certificates for this place. I tried my best to spend it, but in the end, we were limited by what we could carry. The three of us could carry two peck bags of Haralson apples (which we picked ourselves), two 5-pound bags of Honeycrisps, two large pumpkins, a gallon jug of frozen cider, and a box of giant, horse-sized Hot Tamales for The First Baseman, who needed the cheering up after the Vikings' very traumatic loss to the Bears.
We didn't even get to the car before we ripped open one of those bags of Honeycrisp apples.
Tomorrow shall be muffin day, I think. It was just too sunny and warm for that today.
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