mold
October 24, 2007The kids came over last week to carve pumpkins. As soon as those swollen gourds (the pumpkins, not the children) hit the porch, the ants moved in. The finished products were left at our house and I was to deliver them to the kids over the weekend, but the day after they were cut open, flies and more ants moved in. By Saturday, there was white stuff growing on them, and now the outside of each jack o’lantern has a nice coat of white fur to keep it warm.
Never in my life had I seen a carved pumpkin last less than a week. I suppose it has something to do with it being EIGHTY EIGHT degrees in OCTOBER. Back in my day, we had to buy extra large costumes to wear over our snowsuits. Granted, I trick or treated some 700 miles north of here, but that’s beside the point.
Oh, and I thought this was hilarious…
Since my goddaughter (8) was easily able to carve her own pumpkin with those orange knives from a carving kit, my godson (3) was not happy that he couldn’t do his by himself. After an hour of him insisting he could do it, I tried to be fair by letting him hold one of the knives while I guided his hand. He wasn’t satisfied with this (of course), and the knife was quickly removed from his grasp after he jumped away from me with the blade in hand and used it as a prop while telling me about how his pumpkin is going to be stabbed in the head (with sound effects). He got royally pissed at me for taking it away and threatened me with the worst punishment he could think of:
Translation: “My daddy’s gonna fight you so bad!” There are few things funnier than threats from a three year old.
Please ignore my cackling at the end there. I sound like a drowning witch.
I tried to carve a pumpkin last year and nearly killed myself! I won’t do that again. I’ve got one of those plastic M&M pumpkins. No ants.
I’m gonna whoop you so bad!
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Is it seriously in the 80s there? Good lord! It’s been hovering near 50 here for two days, drizzling non-stop. It was so cold in my apartment last night that I slept in jogging pants, a shirt and a hoodie. Had to turn the damn fans off.
In other news, your laugh is awesome in that clip!
It was in the eighties last week and over the weekend – now it’s a respectable sixty something, I think. Wait, the weather channel says it’s 53. Much better.
Mold just makes the pumpkins spooookier.
Gross.
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