In the car yesterday, I asked my dragon boy if he wanted to pick up a pumpkin to carve when we got home.
"I'd rather do something else," he said, after a moment's pause.
Apparently childhood is over.
Carving pumpkins is something my sisters and I always did for Halloween, though we rarely had any trick-or-treating visitors to welcome with a glowing garden good.
Here we are in some homemade costumes. The year is probably about 1993; apparently also known as the Chinese Year of the Black and White Animals. I'm the panda on the right.
It's been some years since I actually had the motivation to carve a pumpkin, or get dressed up. But Mountain Guy's girls got me in the spirit this year...
Can you guess the end result? Don't mind the vampire in the mirror.
Here's another hint:
My friends keep suggesting I capitalize on my lack of arm for a costume. Zombie, perhaps? One year trick-or-treating as a child, a woman answered the door to exclaim, "Oh my, she's even missing an arm! What a great costume!
Maybe next year...
OneArmGirl
"I'd rather do something else," he said, after a moment's pause.
Apparently childhood is over.
Carving pumpkins is something my sisters and I always did for Halloween, though we rarely had any trick-or-treating visitors to welcome with a glowing garden good.
Here we are in some homemade costumes. The year is probably about 1993; apparently also known as the Chinese Year of the Black and White Animals. I'm the panda on the right.
It's been some years since I actually had the motivation to carve a pumpkin, or get dressed up. But Mountain Guy's girls got me in the spirit this year...
Can you guess the end result? Don't mind the vampire in the mirror.
Here's another hint:
Maybe next year...
OneArmGirl
