#AutumnWriting day 6 - pumpkin

I arrive home and frown at my porch. Why are there about ten million pumpkins on there? I make my way to the front door, tripping over pumpkins several times, mind you, and open the door with my code. “Jeff! Where are you?” “Miles, you’re home!" I glare at my boyfriend and say, “Why did a pumpkin god throw up in our garden?” “Because it’s almost Halloween, baby?” He tries to kiss him, but I refuse to give into his seductive shenanigans. “But why are there about a million?” He blushes fiercely and I glare at him. “Well?” “itsonlyahundredshutup” “Only?” He sighs, “You know how I am with numbers!” I look at him and start to laugh, “You added an extra number again.” “Shut up! That only happened… a couple of times!” I hug him to me and say, “So now we have a bazillion rotting pumpkins in our garden for the next week.” He blushes and says, “I’ve called the farm rescue, they are very happy with our donation of 90 pumpkins. They will pick them up tomorrow.” I arch my eyebrow and he grins,…