I had a very sheltered childhood. All things to do with Halloween were looked upon as satanic and I was not allowed to participate. I couldn't trick or treat, I was held home on Halloween party days, I never got to carve a pumpkin. So this year, at 22 years of age, with the help of Matt I carved my first pumpkin.
Psssttt Matt doesn't think I took any pics of him. Tee Hee.
My Honey and the pumpkins. Mine is the big one. His name is Wilton. I picked him because he was all alone, away from the ginormous pumpkin pile. Matt's pumkin is the little one. His name is Gordy. He picked him because he was cheap.
I cut into my first pumpkin.
Trimming the top.
EWWWWWW. Wilton's innards are nasty!
Matt and Gordy
Matt lecturing me on sticking my hands in and grabbing pumpkin guts.
Wilton's innards after Matt did it because I couldn't do it right. Muwahahaha. Manipulating men is fun.
My poor mutilated Wilton.
Gordy. He's an elitist snob. But I told Wilton he was gay. Matt denies it, but it made Wilton feel better about himself.
Scary Wilton
Semi scary Gordy
Pumpkins at night.
Araby's scared. "Daddy SAVE ME!"
Hobo tried to eat it, like he does everything
Then he became bored with it.
Daddy what do you WANT from me!?!?!?!
Just TAKE the *#^$ picture!
Mommy will protect the harpie from the evil pumpkin
What are you?
Can I eat you?
Mom my tongue is stuck!
