A letter to October

The big pumpkin is October, the little pumpkin is me, La.

Dear October,

You started out pretty good, awesome in fact.  We had a visit from The Todd, we finally had our windows trimmed/framed (however you say it), and it even rained more than once.  But then you got really mean.  In fact, I will now refer to you as the “Month of Repairs.”  I can understand one car needing some fixing, but both?  You took our budget, punched it right in the gut and left it gasping for air. You’re such a jerk.  And then the lap top almost died.  Thank goodness for Apple Care.  Seriously.  You tried really hard on that one but my  hubby’s foresight outsmarted you.  Take that!  Other things happened that I’ve already complained about in the cyber void so I won’t go there.  But then, for whatever twisted reason, you ended as great as you started.  Incredible, in fact.  We went to one of my favorite places on earth for beach camping, we were surrounded by people we love, and of course we celebrated Halloween.

So, dearest October, why so fickle?  Why you gotta be like that?  You chewed me up and spit me out like I needed some sort of challenge. Was that it?  You were trying to make me stronger? Nobody asked you to do that.  So, I bid you a fond farewell.  Thanks for the memories.  I will now turn to November for a bit of regrouping.  OK, November?(hint, hint)
Sincerely,

La

And now, dear readers, tell me, how was your October?

***Pumpkin image from “Extreme Pumpkins” by Tom Nardone