Pwmpen

I've finally gotten my lovely Penrod and Midge. Two pumpkins, for the wondering. Every year it is customary to grab two of the misfit pumpkins from the crusty lot, take them home, and name them Penrod and Midge. Penrod tends to be the larger one we carve and later eat, while Midge it the tiny portable one. I don't take her places, but she's nice to organise around the room. Halloween make-up was bought Monday, with only the absence of white eyeliner. I'm certain the grocer has it, must've eluded me like most things do on Mondays. A red lip, smoky black eye and teased hair is the look that will accompany my skeletal figure. Oh the irony is delicious. That was all early this week, though. Yesterday I was allowed to enjoy a mental health day and prepare for the following weekend of Homecoming. We bought a dress, some shoes and some earrings. Later finding ourselves at a salad diner, we discussed many things mother and daughter ought. Things we needed to discuss, and things that maybe should have stayed in our closed mouths. But we haven't really had chances to talk-talk like we used to, where the chances were plentiful and overwhelming. I like it better this way, though.
I'm liking a lot of things this way.