Halloween humbug
Sometimes when you become a "grownup", you get to do cool things that you didn't really get to do as a kid. One of those things for me is to carve Halloween pumpkins every year.
Yeah yeah, I know, I could have done that as a kid, but hey, I was too busy figuring out who wanted to let me tag along in their trick-er-treating group. Of course, I didn't realize that no one ever really wanted me to go with them. But back then, their excuses sounded reasonable...Anyways, I'm over it now.
I've been trying to pick and carve pumpkins for Halloween every year, but Halloween seems to always sneak up on me and I have to end up going to multiple stores to find candy the DAY OF because who knew that places (*cough*Target*cough*) RAN OUT OF CANDY before Halloween. I did pick a pumpkin ahead of time though. I took a long lunch this Monday and went to find the most glorious pumpkin I could. So when I got home at 5:50pm today, I ran to the kitchen to get my pumpkin carving supplies and started to cut up that pumpkin. And 20 minutes later I had a hollow pumpkin with two round eyes and a gaping mouth. 
I get lazier and lazier year after year. At least last year I had two pumpkins. This year I couldn't even get myself to get two pumpkins, let alone make something interesting. I don't even think people got that it was supposed to be a tortured soul. Some people even stepped over it like it wasn't there and didn't have a candle in it that would set their long drapey capes afire. Maybe next year I'll get my act together and come up with something cool.
