We crammed a gaggle of kind friends into our townhome and got to carving masterpieces on the disgusting linoleum floors. Despite the floor of doom and the cramped quarters, we had ourselves a very merry time. SO merry in fact, I neglected to take a picture of all our happy little party goers!
People were in charge of bringing their own pumpkins:
Some of which we carved:
Notice how Hubs put his fatty pumpkin center stage, blocking the others. It’s like taking a family photo and putting the short people in back. I farted in his general direction in protest. He wasn’t phased.
In other news, our October Streak of Summer ended abruptly yesterday. Brrrrr. But, we were prepared.
Did you get to play with knives yet?