What kind of an egocentric assclown carves her own image into a pumpkin? I DO!!!!

But look, there’s Mike too!!!!

See?  He gets his day on the great pumpkin as well.  He’s my pumpking.

This jack-o-lantern is actually my most favoritest ever, but the pictures didn’t turn out very well for three reasons:

1.  I’m not skilled enough to take good photographs in perfect lighting, let alone the semi-dark,

2.  Our pumpkin sucked.  We were had.  Fools.  This was the worse pumpkin for carving EVER.  Sure, it looks like a pumpkin on the OUTSIDE, but the inside was like spaghetti squash.  It couldn’t be scraped, it just came up in long coarse threads….and the deeper you scooped, the threadier it was.  It was impossible to get clean, crisp lines without squash noodles poking through.  Stupid squash noodles, ruining my carving mojo.

3.  It could be that I have an almost empty Apple Pie Martini glass in one hand right now.  Not that this is a contributing factor of course, just saying.

4.  My pumpkin-prototype is no more photogenic than I am.  Sigh.

Okay, four (4) reasons.

Anyway, from us Choosy Beggars to all of you:  HAPPY HALLOWE’EN!!!!!  Please don’t enjoy responsibly. That’s what Mondays are for.

And look!!  Mr. Ghost wants to say Happy Hallowe’en to you as well!  Don’t you Mr. Ghost?

“I DoooOOOoooOOOOoooOOO!!!!  Happy Hallowe’en to YOoooOOOoooOOOooouuuu!!!  You should try my pumpkin seeds ToooOOooooOOOooOOOOO!!!!”

What?  Those are za’atar roasted pumpkin seeds in your belly?  Why, Mr. Ghost….I would never have guessed……

“I know!  See you SoooOOooOOOOOooooOOnnnn!!”

This is the first year that I’ll be living in a house which holds the potential for trick-or-treaters to come a knockin’.  I never got the kidlets in my tenement house apartment building, and when I moved into Mike’s house (which was smack in the middle of a very young and newly built subdivision) nobody came to see us either.  It was a serious bummer.  But NOW, word on the street is that we’ll be getting about 50-75 of them….WOOT!!  I’m so excited.  So very, very excited.  Unreasonably excited.  I’ve bought enough candy to give 200 of them cavities, but I’d hate to be under-prepared.

I love trick-or-treaters, aren’t they precious?  I would take pictures of them in all of their deliciously clad adorableness, because kiddie costumes are the bee’s knees, but….I think that’s frowned upon.  As the unmarried couple who doesn’t have kids, we’re already an anomaly in our neighborhood.  Taking pictures of my trick-or-treaters would accelerate the creep-o-meter that we’re already teetering on the red line of as “That couple with….the cats…and that yard……”  

So on that note, I promise not to take pictures of the children OR to jump out of the bushes to scare them, just for fun.  Unless I can’t help myself.  We’ll see.  HAPPY HALLOWE’EN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!