since as early as mid-august, my poor instagram pals have been forced to witness my weird affinity for pumpkins and flavored/scented items of the like. i bragged hard when i was the one to unlock the password protected pumpkin spice latte a few days early at my local starbucks. i kept everyone apprised of our home's chalkboard wall, which has been chronicling each p-flavored brew mark and i tried over the last 9 weeks. i even livegrammed our romp through the pumpkin patch. thanks for not disowning me, guys. the small glimmer of hope i can offer as pumpkin season winds down is this: i only care about peppermint after a particularly onion-y restaurant meal, and gingerbread flavor actually nauseates me. but don't let your gourd guard down just yet, there are still eleven fat days left in october. yay!