I immediately jumped to conclusions like
a) the wind must have been particularly strong that afternoon and blew our pumpkins off the stoop and perfectly onto the first step
b) the neighborhood children had a rousing punkin-bowl-a-thon or
c) those stray dogs who run through our garden (and squash my begonias!) mistook them for tennis balls and didn’t return them to quite the right spot
But after a little investigating, I found out that this squirrelly little duo had a VEE-ry busy day.
Here’s how it went down (at least this is the word on the street) …
As soon as the garage door closed and my car was safely around the corner, Patty and Petunia (what? so I named the pumpkins on my porch. what’s it to you?)
hopped down from their much debated position and …
THEN, they threw back a couple cold ones and relaxed in the rockers.
they decided to kick up their feet and watch their favorite movie (Elf),
As the day drew to a close, they raided my make-up, and got all gussied up …
I guess with all the excitement, they just couldn’t make it up that last step before we got home.
I suppose I am going to have to keep a better eye on our naughty little pumpkins. And you should keep an eye on yours too. Especially with Patty and Petunia on the prowl.