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Rob and His Wife Janell Go To Apple Hill I have always been offended by the notion that marriage is a “compromise.” That has always sounded to me like you are in a never ending state of negotiating, which doesn’t sound like love to me, let alone any fun. Marriage is about loving yourself first and finding someone else who you love as much; ergo, what is important to them becomes as important to you as your own interests.
On Saturday my wife Janell and I embarked for Apple Hill; a childhood tradition that my wife wanted to rekindle in honor of Halloween.
We have arrived at Apple Hill and I am now posing with some idiotic Apple Bear or whatever the hell this is
The point of the trip was to find pumpkins for Halloween so we visited pumpkin patches…and they all sucked. The decorations were neat, but the pumpkins were tiny and lame.
Yet we remained cute.
The trip to Apple Hill essentially sucked. They have ruined it…and the addition of rude people everywhere doesn’t help; and so, we find solace within animals…even the ass of animals.
In the first picture Janell was mad at me so she decided to be a shit.
Once again, the only good thing about Apple Hill were non-humans. It is sad how much they have ruined the experience.
Back at home, we spent the day decorating for Halloween.
Here I am with “Mr. Death,” who you can see is 7 feet tall.
My wife loves Halloween so we spent the rest of Saturday making Williams Manor as spooky as possible. |
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