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My friends are crazy


I'm convinced of it.

But they're also pretty wonderful, too.

This weekend, I came home from Crate and Barrel with my new "dresser" (think, embracing my inability to use drawers), and found this on my doorstep:

Pumpkin on my doorstep

Now, if I can just get the perpetrator to confess, I'll reward her/him with a trip for this:

Offer in the mail


Can I claim it was me? I mean, all that way from NZ to CA just to put a pumpkin on your porch - I thought that was pretty cool...

Nah - Ok - it wasn't me - we don't have pumpkins in Spring here.