Falling for You
Slam my door shut, meet her at the tailgate, and march back where we just came from.
She's not indecisive in the least when it comes to picking out her pumpkin. Not too big, not too small. One is tall and skinny, one is short and fat, and, apparently having three of something is a thing that's quite important when it comes to decorating, so she picks another one that's perfectly round on the front but has a wonky back that's pretty flat.
Once we've paid, I carry two while she grabs the third and we bring them back to the pickup, put them on the floor of the backseat, and climb inside.