Mr. & Mrs. Mitchell: We Did Some Stuff

I had no idea what to call this post and since Paul hates blogs and would not give me a blog post title this is what you get.

First, we will fill you in on Homecoming. This actually occurred before Vernal, but I didn't feel that there was enough meat in the story to share it on its own. We decided since it was our last semester at BYU we should go to the Homecoming dance. We went to the semi-formal and, when we first walked in, one of the little BYU people informed me that my dress was too short for me to be allowed into the dance. (Mind you, she was telling me this as her own dress was riding more than halfway up her thigh.) I couldn't believe it! I don't think I've ever been accused of being immodest my entire life! Mr. Mitchell also wasn't very happy with this news. He asked for a refund if they weren't going to let us in. They said, "No, but, you can go home and change." "Really? We're going to have to drive all the way back because my wife's dress is one inch above her knee cap?" "Well, we do have some napkins she could pin on the bottom if she wants." At that point, I was laughing out loud. It was so outrageous; the inconsistency of enforcing the BYU Honor Code, the girl's thigh, and the absurd idea to pin napkins to the bottom of my dress was just all too much.
We went back and I changed. We came back and I was admitted since I was no longer dressed as a trollop and Mr. Mitchell kindly reminded them to enforce the Honor Code consistently. Right after he said that we went into the ballroom and there was a girl whose dress ended right at the bottom of her butt cheeks. No joke. I was so in shock that she had been admitted into the dance and I had not been that I just stood there with my mouth gaping open. She must've seen me because she started tugging at the bottom of her dress, but it didn't do anything. It really was just that short.
I moved on, however, and Mr. Mitchell and his trollop (me) had a great time dancing and eating cheesecake.

Mr. & Mrs. Mitchell at Homecoming

After Vernal we kind of forgot that Halloween was on its way until a few days before. We went to Jaker's Pumpkin Patch to pick our own pumpkins since I think buying them from a store is lame. It wasn't quite as cool as the pumpkin patch that I grew up with, but it wasn't too bad either. We found good sized pumpkins, we played in the corn pit, we watched kids playing around on top of the hay bale maze, we marveled at fat pigs, and laughed our guts out at the curiosity of the children as a male donkey started getting "assertive" with the female in his pen. "Daddy! What is he DOING?" is probably our favorite quote from that outing.

Balancing our pumpkins.

I loved the corn pit.

This picture doesn't properly convey the size of the pig.

Since I was in the Halloween mood and I had heard good things about Gardner's Village I asked Mr. Mitchell if we could go. He agreed and so an outing was planned. My sister's family happened to be in town that day and so we took two of her kids with us and had a good time trying to find all of the witches, window shopping, and eating the most delicious caramel apple I have ever eaten. My nephew enjoyed sucking on suckers shaped like plungers that you dip into powder in a toilet bowl. Yum.

My niece and nephew posing with one of the mummies.

This witch was HUGE!

I was happy to see that witches enjoy a variety of activities.

I think this witch is a little cramped.

Our actual Halloween day ended up being a little hectic because we had to buy Mr. Mitchell some new pants. Within one week all but one pair of his jeans ended up with a hold in the crotch, so it was imperative that the pants shopping was done. With the crazy traffic and trick-or-treating at the mall, we got back to our apartment a little late and missed most of our trick-or-treaters. We did get to carve our pumpkins, though. Can you guess which one belongs to who?