Gorked Gourds

So Halloween passed without a single trick-or-treater and Paul and I were left with 5 lbs of some terrible tasting licorice mix he got from who knows where, but nevertheless this Halloween season was enjoyable and for one reason: Paul the Puking Pumpkin.* Too much substance abuse and perhaps a little developmental disorder have lead to this poor Jack-o-Lantern regularly releasing his insides to the outside world. We made it a few days before at Megan and Annie's place, and, though not the finest carving job of all, mine was certainly the only one barfing. What was best was that everyone credited me with such originality and imagination when in truth I had simply stolen the idea from a jack-o-lantern I'd see many, many years before. In reality I am not creative; I just have a surprisingly tenacious if not random long term memory. Our neighbors were probably not so excited about my contribution to the door step as their own pumpkin was a magnificently carved image of a pirate ship. Ours definitely brought down the beauty and class of the display. Unfortunately by the time Halloween came around their jack-o-lantern had been sitting outside so long that it was kind of shrunken and moldy so I didn't bother taking a picture of it. Just imagine a pirate ship on a pumpkin, though. Yeah... pretty awesome huh?

*By naming my pumpkin Paul I am in no way implying my condomate Paul has any substance abuse or development disorders. I just like alliteration is all.**

**Or do I?