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I’ll give it a “switch-hit” vote based solely on pumpkin soup, which tastes enough like squash soup that it doesn’t set off my “Pumpkin should be sweet!” mental block. Otherwise…yeah, it needs to have brown sugar and cinnamon as its polyamorous lovers. Or something.

Eric’s home! It was so very awesome to have him with me to watch the debate last night, not finding myself having to alternately yell at the TV (“Mom? Who are you talking to?”) or mutter into my drink. Now, if only he didn’t have to work late for a while, we’d be in heaven. Oh, but my MOPS group is offering a date night on Friday! Ostensibly, it’s so we can go watch Kirk Cameron in “Fireproof,” but I’m far more tempted by the idea of getting dolled up and going to the new seafood place that opened up, with the fancy, completely child-unfriendly menu. Woo! Of course, I can’t get Eric on the phone, as he’s probably in meetings, but that’s what I intend to suggest when he finally does call me back… (I know, Ange, I know. But I haven’t seen my husband in so long, and I want to be able to talk to him instead of sitting next to him in the dark! If I promise to rent the movie later, is that okay? )

Oh, and Alysia’s in the state! She’s on vacation, and they’re going to drive back through here this weekend! I’m happy dancing all over the place.