After traveling across an ocean I spent quite a bit of time stuck in one room. I'm not sure if my Co. (my new family, two women and their dog, my new company) was embarrassed of me, scared or had just plain forgotten about me, but there I was, every day, in that house.
Finally, on the 25th of October I was shoved into a bag and off I went to pick pumpkins with 2/3 of my Co. and three kiddos. They said it was a big day for everyone, it was the first outing with the kids in the car. Do you think they'd been stuck in one place as long as I had?!
