That was not fruitful

Melanie, J.R., and I went apple picking, but alas, no apples were picked. However, the gourds were gorgeous, people. Also, the lack of edible apples to pick led to a bounty of puns, which I enjoyed enormously. It was a beautiful day, and we walked in fields, and generally just felt so outdoorsy and healthy that we had to go home and watch TV. (J.R. actually sneaked away for a nap, that bastard.) Just thinking about it again makes me happy, which is good because otherwise, I would be incredibly sad that Melanie is back on the East Coast. Bygones. I got pictures, people!