Last night, in preparation for Halloween, Liz, Nate and I carved pumpkins, made candy apples and ate our weight in candy. I had the worst sugar hangover this morning, but it was one of my favorite Halloween’s in recent years (that wasn’t on Halloween).
We call the third picture “New Pumpkin,” it’s going to be the cover of soon-to-be best selling romance novel about a Jesuit girl who falls in love with a giant pumpkin that sweats profusely in the sun. The last picture is what spurred a long string of dirty jokes that lasted until nights end. Once, at a similar Halloween get together, someone said to someone else (who did not like to scoop out the inside of pumpkins) “how are you ever going to finger a girl if you can’t slime a pumpkin.” I chose to repeat this line randomly during a moment of silence. It only progressed from there.
Yes, that’s a watermelon. And that thing that liz is holding is the inside of a very suborn gourd. Some things just don’t like to be gutted.
aaaand then we bought and insane amount of candy to celebrate our hard work. Happy Halloween!