Saturday, October 23, 2010

The house didn't burn down and nobody died.

'Tis the season for pumpkins and parties, and we had many people over last night to partake of these things.

There were both beers and sharp knifes in abundance

so you knew there'd be blood, and you might've guessed it was going to be mine.  Hand-carving aside, the pumpkins all turned out pretty swell.

Hold on...there.

Mine is the badass second from the left with the missing toof. 

Boo's and my decorating efforts earlier this month did not go unrewarded.  People took family photos with the various decorations

and used them to terrorize each other

and small babies.

Even Sam Skellington got a piece of the action.

Those who went out dancing after or who rode their bikes to our house were forced to abandon their pumpkins to our mercy.  Our stoop is extra-festive as a result.

Bring on the small childrens.

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