Pumpkins Don’t Have Ankles

The Post in which Witherow describes her GRANDEST ADVENTURE YET, in which she sat UNSECURED in a wicker basket 1600 feet above the Ground, felt STARK TERROR, sustained an INJURY and ALMOST DIED.
OK, OK, that is slightly exaggerated. It wasn’t quite stark terror … more like a stiff nervousness. And the only injury I received [...]

So my sister and our roommate decided to watch the film Twilight (you know, the one about love and vampires. Yes, love and vampires). I threatened to mock it mercilessly as it played, then at their request promised them I wouldn’t. Well, it’s over now, so let the mockery commence!!
For those of you who have [...]

er … new site. Yep, this is the new home for Pumpkins Don’t Have Ankles, just in time* for this blog’s Annibirthday!
Enjoy!
*Actually, I missed the Annibirthday by a week, but that’s kind of how things work around here. Alas the day.