I don’t think hubs and I have ever bought a pumpkin since getting hitched, so I decided this year I wanted to get one of our very own.  Even if it was a total New York City “Pumpkin Picking Experience”.  Meaning we skipped the big pumpkin patches, hay rides and apple cider and instead went to the corner store and picked one up.

Very sentimental, I’m aware.

Instead of carving the pumpkin and inviting pests into my home I decided to use thumb tacks to write a big letter “G”. 

For “Gantsa”.  Or my last name.  You decide.