The other night at the grocery store, we saw so many pumpkins.

Fat ones, skinny ones, those really short round ones. Orange ones, green ones, white ones, bright orange ones, smooth ones, bumpy ones. Don’t you love those white ones? Nature’s chicest statement of the season, to be sure.

I stood beside them looking at Mark with that “don’t you want a festive gourd display in our apartment to welcome weary travelers and help them get into the spirit of the harvest?” look.

But we were all dressed up and didn’t want to get all covered in autumnal dirt.

The point is, they were there, and I’ve been noticing other bloggers posting their odes to scarves, boots and falling leaves, and this is mine.

Except mine is more like an ode to jackets (Hi Suze Orman, do you remember when I was so in love with this Kristin Wiig parody?) and 30 Rock.

I am going to miss Kenneth. I hope he isn’t really gone.

I watch 30 Rock 50% for Jack McBreyer, 30% for Alec Baldwin (It has to be Elk Tongue!) and 20% to compare and contrast myself with Liz Lemon/wish I had Tina Fey’s job.

Why do you watch? And will you be buying white pumpkins? …or have you already?