My pumpkin reached the 100 lb mark today. I might get 200 out of it yet. Pray that it doesn't freeze. I've begun to make gord sacrifices to the pumpkin gods... dancing around a fire and lighting pumpkin spice candles for effect. *just kidding mom, you know I'm not into false god worship* But it is a joke between Mace, Polly and myself. I still say if our pumpkin had gotten as good a start as Polly's had we would be kicking her little hiney. Her pumpkin has a good 20 days on our and is only 40 lbs heavier now. I'm gonna catch up ... I just know it.
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CONGRATULATIONS!!!! Dude. Your pumpkin weighs more than my dad. That's pretty awe-inspiring. But his motorcycle could still kick your pumpkin's ass.
So the story behind that comment: there's a "biker bar" downtown Parker called the War Horse. There's always a string of bikes, and as we drive by, without fail, "Yes, yes, yes, no, yes, definitely," we get an update on whose ass he could kick.
Love ya.
Your lord and master,
Kate Teacher
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