The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

It’s the great pumpkin, Calvin

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Yeah, so, Facebook-induced depression: It’s a thing.

Several friends and family members have mentioned to me that they are taking breaks from Facebook because Facebook bums them out. They said it seems like everyone’s life is great and perfect. Well, that’s because Facebook is a lie. I like to think I’m pretty honest on Facebook (everyone loves to read the status update of Chemo Lady), but — in general — I think most people kinda put their best foot forward, you know? I wrote about Facebook isn’t real last year.

So, in the spirit of honesty, here’s the original photo I shared on Facebook of our visit to the pumpkin patch.


Pretty cute, right? It looks like mighty, mighty good kid Calvin had a great time picking out a pumpkin.

Here’s what really happened.


He spent most of the time at the fence, facing away from the pumpkins, watching the buses drive by and asking to go swing at the park. I ended up picking out our pumpkins, and then we went to the zoo, because of course we went to the zoo.

We thought he would be into the pumpkin patch this year.


Calvin has been watching “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” on a loop. He loves it. He asks to watch “Snooby” every day. (By the way, be on the lookout for my new comic strip, “Snooby,” which is totally not Snoopy with the name changed.) He was the opposite of into the pumpkin patch. He crawled through the little hay-bale maze once or twice and then he was over it. That’s fine, I guess. I didn’t really want to hang out in the pumpkin patch anyway. There’s no beer at the pumpkin patch, but there’s beer at the zoo. True story.


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

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