How could that be? It is my birthday and I have campaigned against the onslaught of Pumpkin Everything, Everywhere since it all started.
Good thing (sorta) that I am not on a professional baseball team. I would open my locker today and pumpkin stuff would fall out.
Then my funny(!) spouse just passed by my desk and said “Pumpkin Spice? Yummy”. Which goes to show you that I am working on a losing cause.
Besides that, I don’t actually hate pumpkin but want it to see it only as jack-o-lanterns or in a pie. Not constantly assaulting my senses everywhere!
OK. Just how silly is such a thing? I don’t really care about pumpkin promotions. Certainly not as much as I abhor the cruelty and stupidity of this President. Or as much as I am often disgusted with white privilege. Or can’t stand misogyny in all its ignorant forms.
So, today, for my birthday, I have a wish: that the shops would be featuring not pumpkin but instead, Blue State blue donuts decorated with little donkeys and the words “Madame President.”